Sweet taste of summer disturbs my taste buds, calls them out of the peaceful tranquillity and into the pool of sweet and cool sensations. A cone of ice cream savoured at a pool side is a temptation difficult to resist.  Or strawberries and cream served on a green blanket of a sunlit meadow for the forest fringe picnic. Surrounded by sweet scent of honeysuckle, fruity and warm and gently erotic, the dreams are carried away on the butterfly’s wings in inspiration to fly high. Watch them fluttering around in the air, pick the one of your fancy, grasp her into your palms and keep her safe. Sweet dreams of summer have this tendency to lure your mind into the lazy nest, lay you down in the warm sheets of a languor of a summer day, and seduce your soul with a sweet scent of a rare wild flower.