Even as I write the hounds are yelling in the kennel.
The thermometer is at 62 degrees Fahr., and it is mid-day.

It never exceeds 72 degrees in the hottest weather, and sometimes falls below freezing point at night.

The sky is spotless and the air calm.

The fragrance of mignonettes, and a hundred flowers that recall England, fills the air.

Green fields of grass and clover, neatly fenced, surround a comfortable house and grounds.