An ode to June

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I love June.

Let me say that again: I love June.

June has greeted us every day with cloudless, sunny skies. June sunshine lasts until well past 8:30. June means swinging and chalk drawing on the driveway and playing in the hose. June means that I don't feel quite so sick. June is glorious.

As a symbol of the glory of June, our peonies have burst in elegant splendor, charming us with their tissue-paper-like blooms. They waft a rose like scent on the breeze. Delicious.

Scottish author James Barrie reminds us that "God gave us memories, that we might have June roses in the Decembers of our lives." To that end, here are some memories to warm my heart this December:








PS John and Julie: this one's for you!

Comments

Anne said…
I confess I'm envious! I've been nursing along this poor peony for years and this June doesn't look too promising.

But really I'm happy for you. Cut some and put them by your bed.
June 9, 2011 at 1:19 AM
Anaise said…
Our peonies have come and gone--blasted to death by a spring storm. But I will confess that even at the height of their glory (in May, here, not June) they were not as spectacular as your beauties are!

I'm glad you're feeling well . . . better. Here's wishing you a glorious summer ahead!
June 9, 2011 at 8:56 AM
Karina said…
Wow, those are pretty. I love June too!...even when it's 100 degrees. I've never liked summer as an adult until this year. Sooo fun.
June 9, 2011 at 9:03 AM
Rhyetta Musser said…
For me, June means gardening. Well, May is gardening month too, but I'm just late. Every day we wake up early before it gets too hot and go outside to plant something: zucchini, sunflowers, watermelon, green beans, wildflowers, anything! I admired lots of peonies last month in our area but like Anaise said, they always get blasted by crazy spring storms. Is it humid there? By 11 am here, I have to be indoors with the AC on.
June 9, 2011 at 11:39 AM
Diane said…
So pretty. Sure hope you are feeling better.
June 9, 2011 at 10:22 PM
John and Julianne said…
John & i are crying, CRYING at the sight of these beauties. It makes me want to run no, race to your house this summer. What a gift pitsford ny in june is to all mankind! Love you both!
June 10, 2011 at 9:24 AM
jaimey said…
Peonies are one of my most favorite flowers, and yours are breathtaking. What a lovely sight and smell to greet and welcome you as you emerge from the depths of nausea. I hope you're feeling completely better soon. :)
June 19, 2011 at 4:31 PM
Jen said…
I have never been able to get my peonis to work. Yours are breathtaking. Thanks for sharing!
June 26, 2011 at 12:31 PM
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