Vincent van Gogh's Corn Fields and Poppies Time to get ready for summer by reading out of the best books, including, prominently, Dandelion Wine by wizard Ray Bradbury.
A sample: Our story begins with young Douglas Spalding venturing through a forest with his father and younger brother, Tom, to pick berries on the first day of summer:
"Douglas opened one eye.
And everything, absolutely everything, was there.
The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.
And he knew what it was that had leaped upon him to stay and would not run away now.
I’m alive, he thought. . . .
The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and far away below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The world slipped bright over the glassy round of his eyeballs like images sparked in a crystal sphere. Flowers were suns and starry spots of sky strewn through the woodland. Birds flickered like skipped stones across the vast inverted pond of heaven. His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. The million pores on his body opened. . . .
“Tom!” Then quieter. “Tom . . . does everyone in the world . . . know he’s alive?”
“Sure. Heck, yes!”
“I sure hope they do,” whispered Douglas. “Oh, I sure hope they know.”
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