It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.


Betsy-Tacy and Tib (1941), p. 4

Maud Hart Lovelace Quotes

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.