Sofia

“Eternity would not be long enough to contain all the summer eves one could enjoy if they were like this”
― John Lewis-Stempel

“I have decided to sleep under the stars... Tonight heaven is my roof, and the hedges my walls... The field folds me in soft wings.”
― John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field

“And nothing in nature is wasted. The bodies of the dead meadow ants will go to nourish the soil of the meadow. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Flesh to flesh.”
― John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field

“Despite all the seen and unseen motion of summer, there is a stillness in the landscape, as though it was trapped in a glass jar.”
― John Lewis-Stempel