What is so rare as a day in June

As the warmth of the sun mingles with the soft rain, no other month has inspired song and poetry from the hearts and souls of men and women.

‘and what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, comes perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
‘The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there’s never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature’s palace
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a bloosom among the leaves,
And lets his illuminated being o’errun
With the delige of summer it receives’.
~James Russell Lowell, ‘The Vision of Sir Laudfal’

‘I cannot recall such a beautiful June as this. It has been the sweetest
month of sun and shower imaginable and the greenness of everything is something to steep your soul in. it is a benediction to walk past a clover field’.
~L.M. Montgomery, June 30, 1908

‘Come up into the hills, O my love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as I first knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistering in your hair, and from the hills we could have put a finger on a star: Where is that day melted into one rich noise?’
~ Thomas Wolfe, ‘Look Homeward, Angel’