I’ve always loved June, with a glimmer of coolness come evening after warm and sunny days.
It is the first month of the summer season.
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace
June is when brides fill the churches and their long white trains follow them to the altar to pledge their lasting love.
It is when love is bright and luminous and the future seems filled with hope and happiness, unmarred by possible dashed dreams on down the road of life.
Then there is the June bug. I haven’t seen one in awhile. But I recall them from my youth.
June bugs derive their name from the fact that adult June bugs emerge from the soil at the end of spring or the beginning of the summer.
These beetles are seen only during the month of May and June in the United States. These bugs survive on the young leaves of trees and plants.
They are attracted to the light, and they buzz and swarm around the glow of an outdoor light.
The longest day of the year occurs on either June 21st or 22nd.
June was most likely named for the Roman goddess Juno, patroness of marriage and the well-being of women.
Another belief is that the month’s name comes from a Latin word which means “younger ones”.
The birthstones for the month of June are pearl, alexandrite and moonstone. Each of these stones possess different qualities and represent all the people born in June.
Rose and honeysuckle is the birth flower for those born in June. These flowers signify love, devotion and generosity.
The International Day for the Protection of Children is observed in many countries on June 1.
The second Sunday in June is known as National Children’s Day in the United States, a day to honor the children in our lives.
June 4th is International Day of Innocent Children Victims of Aggression.
The World Day Against Child Labor was observed across the world on June 12, 2018 with an aim to raise awareness against child labor.
For me June is a month of promise. When seedlings emerge from the soil and reach toward the sun. It is when my roses bloom, shedding their soft velvety petals after only a day or two.
It is that time of the day that means a tall glass of iced tea with sweat quickly beading on the glass.
As a child it meant my granny sat on the porch rocking away the hours till bedtime.
It meant spending the hours of twilight running after elusive lightning bugs that blinked teasingly, and then flew out of reach under cover of darkness.
June meant popsicles and lemonade and hot cobbler cooling on the counter.
It was a time when days were lazy and carefree. And delightfully full of possibility.
What is your favorite thing about the month of June?