Her hair was black and shiny, and it waved in the wind like the tall prairie grass.

I always like skirts that go like this.

As he pushes open the gate and passes up the wide white walk, he sees a flutter of female garments; his wife, looking fresh and cool and sweet, steps down from the veranda to meet him.

It would be like him to trot after me, his navy blazer flapping, just to eke the truth out of me.

In Summer there will be little boats floating on the river, the laughter of children resonating with the sound of the running water.