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From Astrid Lindgren's book Bill Bergson and the White Rose Rescue, just because it feels like summer to me-

The war between the White and the Red Roses had broken out two years ago. It was still raging and neither of the fighting parties seemed to get tired of it. On the contrary, Anders pointed out the Thirty Years' War as an example worth following.
"If they could keep on that long in the olden times, so can we," he declared enthusiastically.
Eva-Lotta looked at the matter more soberly.
"Just think what you'll look like when you're a fat old man of forty and still crawling around in ditches after the Great Mumbo. That'll be something for all the kids in town to snicker at."
This was an uncomfortable thought. To be laughed at and- still worse- to be forty years old at the same time there were other fortunate people who weren't more than thirteen or fourteen! Anders felt a deep dislike of those youngsters who would some day take over playgrounds and hiding places and wars between Roses, and who furthermore would have the nerve to laugh at him- at him, the leader of the White Rose during a glorious past, when those unlicked cubs weren't even born yet!
Anders was disturbed. Eva-Lotta's words made him realize that life was short and that you had to play while you are still able to.
"Surely no one will ever have as much fun as we have," Bill said comfortingly. "The war between the White and the Red Roses, that's something those little kids will never match."
Eva-Lotta agreed. Nothing could compare with the War of the Roses. One day, when they had become pitiful forty-year-olds, like the ones she had talked about, they would still remember their wonderful summer game. And they would never think about it without remembering how it felt to run barefoot over the soft grass of the prairie during the early summer evenings, how warm and pleasant the water of the creek felt on their feet as they splashed across Eva-Lotta's bride on their way to some crucial battle, and how brightly the sun shone in through the open shutters of the bakery loft, making even the wooden floor of the White Roses' headquarters smell like summer. Yes, the War of the Roses was surely a game to be forever associated with summer vacations and mild breezes and clear sunshine!

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