so i believe that if june were a woman, she would be beautiful. maybe a young bride with possessed by intense joy.. or maybe she might be a grandmother just home from picking strawberries with her granddaughter, with the warm smell of fruit on sweat-stained skin. if nothing else, she must be a mother carrying damp bathing suits to the laundry room after watching children run through a sprinkler until daytime sunshine was overshadowed by dusk. this is summer, undoubtedly the best- happiest- time of year. i feel like the world massages the tension of winter and spring out of their shoulders on memorial day weekend and then welcomes june, whatever form she may be, to come and relax with a glass of sweet tea for 30 days... or so.
happy are the days of summer when ties are sometimes replaced with short sleeves and bermudas. grass is softer for tumbling this time of year. water is the medium we use to soothe our wayward souls. june is the wonderful adjective-evoking season of love, strawberries and bathing suits. join in the fun!
jg.
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