“And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.”
– James Russell Lowell
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Poet James Lowell’s words exemplify the very essence of June — a month of abundant life and near perfect days.
Earth’s strained rush to rejuvenate herself is over. Greenness abounds and a lush tranquility claims the land. Rivers and streams which roared in April and May now calmy bubble and whisper. Spring’s blustering winds have been reduced to welcome, sighing breezes. The frenzied chorus of spring peepers which was so boisterous in May has relented, and the indignant harumph of the bullfrog now echoes leisurely at dusk. Baby birds have hatched, fruit blossoms have faded and trees and shrubs are at their finest. Gardens have long since been released from a winter of rest and the air is full of the expectant buzz of bees.
June is a whimsical mixture of endings and beginnings. Spring expires in June and summer is ushered in. Unlike fickle May, June brings the promise of warm days and clear, star-filled nights. Summer cottages are unlocked; picnic hampers and barbecues are brought out of storage. Lawnmowers drone lazily in the distance on sunny Saturday afternoons.
June comes quietly and bids us to acknowledge and appreciate the fruits of spring’s labor — to see again green meadows touch turquoise sky; to seek the softness of new grass and the fragrance of flowers; to feel the sun’s warmth, still tempered by cool breezes before the onset of July’s heat.
June, indeed, brings perfect days and with them, the reassurance that the pleasures of summer are not far off.