Forget the 4th of July, Independence day and all the wonderful tributes we will all make at the end of this week. I want to pause and salute June. In my blogosphere, minuscule as it is, I noted several other writers who waxed eloquently about my favorite month. From NH Garden Solutions with posts of the glorious minutia of nature all around, to Gallivance posting Dog Tails from Athens about a world-wide animal population problem elegantly solved. From Laura offering glorious images of the rural landscape emerging from the dead of winter in a touringnh blog from her jeep named Toad (or Towed depending on the accuracy of her GPS system that particular day) to Marie Keates reporting in from the UK with her gardens and walks.
June has been a month, colder than usual here, but full of such color and purpose. I have marked my first full year; I am allowed to say, “I’m a second-year bee keeper.” Every opportunity I have to walk out and sit quietly to observe the hives, I’m calmed and filled with renewed resolve, it feels almost like a drug.
This is the first night of 2014, the very end of June, when the windows are wide, the breeze is just starting to pick up and fans are moving the stifling air. The very first day when anyone could find a reason to complain about summer, except that the temperature cools quickly and nights are perfect for sleeping. The orchestra of June nights is the toads and night hawks, the “who cooks for you?” owl and the pines whispering with the breeze.