June Musings

“And what is so rare as a day in June?” – James Russell Lowell.  Today is the first day of June. I was reminded of that famous line, from a less famous poem, when I opened my bedroom blinds this morning. The sun was rising behind the tree line, an orange yellow glow extending into the grass. It is going to be a beauiful day. A rare day.

What do you think of when you hear the word June? A first day of summer, if you think of summer as June, July, and August? Do you think of school endings and graduations?  Do you think of June brides and June weddings?  Is it time to start vacation planning and thoughts of the shore?  If you prefer the mountains, do you think about long days in the woods or by the lake? Do you remember that June 21st is the longest day of sun in the entire year?  Do June memories take you back to picnics and pool parties?  Or, like me, do they take you back to playing outside with your friends, catching lightning bugs in jars and staring at them in awe?  Staring at the lightning bugs….not the friends!  That would be rude!

I love June. I love summer. June holds such promise. The start of a hundred days of t-shirts and shorts and lemonade and iced tea!  As you all know I have been married more than once!  I have two June wedding anniversaries, June 19 and June 28. Interestingly ( at least to me!), my longest marriage began in April! So much for June weddings!

Can you tell that I had no specific intent with this post?  I thought I might write about my high school graduation or why it is so hard to be bald in the summertime. But, alas, one look outside and my mind filled with June musings.  So let me end, like I started, with another June quote: “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” – Bernard Williams.

In case I whet your appetite for a post on what it’s like to be bald in the summertime…I’ll get right on that, like a duck on a June bug!