“In winter I get up at night-
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see-
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?”
– Robert Louis Stevenson,
Bed in Summer
“A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay.
A swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon.
A swarm of bees in July is not worth a fly.”