They give the effect of sunlight streaming through the blades, even on the city's dreariest days. I'd rather have sunshine, but when the weather stinks, the tubes help.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

I think we had 13 days without sunshine, and that's going to put a major drain on something like that. In a way, it's probably a good thing you still had the beacons on there, or else you wouldn't have had any lights on the signs.

It would have a therapeutic effect.

I always go into a bit of a funk when the days get shorter and there's not enough sunlight.

The blades of the lawn will get purple.