April, or Valentine’s Day worthy? 
Charles Darwin to Emma Darwin, April, 1858:
Moor Park
The weather is quite delicious. Yesterday, after writing to you, I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a half, and enjoyed myself — the fresh yet dark green of the grand Scotch firs, the brown of the catkins of the old birches, with their white stems, and a fringe of distant green from the larches, made an excessively pretty view. At last I fell fast asleep on the grass, and awoke with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the trees, and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as ever I saw, and I did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed.
Francis Darwin, The Life of Charles Darwin (Senate 1995), p. 184.
Millard Fillmore's Bathtub 