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He took him through the seasons , telling him of the blown golden armies of the daffodils that marched out for Easter , and the fragrant white glory of the may ; and the pale pink stars of the hedge-roses , and the yellow joy of buttercup fields wherein cows stand knee-deep and munch , in order to give Thomas sweet white milk . `` Ugh , '' said Thomas , making a face , and Peter answered , `` Yes , I know ; sometimes they come upon an onion-flower and eat that , and that 's not nice , of course . But mostly it 's grass and buttercups and clover . '' Then he told him of hot July roads , where the soft white dust lies , while the horses and the cows stand up to their middles in cool streams beneath the willows and switch their tails , and the earth dreams through the year 's hot noon ; and of August , the world 's welfare and the earth 's warming-pan , and how , in the fayre rivers , swimming is a sweet exercise . `` And my birthday comes then . Oh , 't is the merry time , wherein honest neighbours make good cheer , and God is glorified in his blessings on the earth . Then cometh September , Thomas '' -- Peter was half talking , half reading out of a book he had got to amuse Thomas -- `` then cometh September , and then he -LRB- that 's you , Thomas -RRB- doth freshly beginne to garnish his house and make provision of needfull things for to live in winter , which draweth very nere ... .