Monday, 1 June 2026

June

 

Behold, now, where the pageant of high June
Halts in the glowing noon!
The trailing shadows rest on plain and hill;
The bannered hosts are still,
While over forest crown and mountain head
The azure tent is spread.



Now have come the shining days
When field and wood are robed anew,
And o'er the world a silver haze
Mingles the emerald with the blue.


Why was June made?—Can you guess?
June was made for happiness!
Even the trees
Know this, and the breeze
That loves to play
Outside all day,
And never is too bold or rough,
Like March's wind, but just a tiny blow's enough;
And all the fields know
This is so—
June was not made for wind and stress,
June was made for happiness;
Little happy daisy faces
Show it in the meadow places,
And they call out when I pass,
"Stay and play here in the grass."
June was made for happy things,
Boats and flowers, stars and wings,
Not for wind and stress,
June was made for happiness!



I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round;
And thought, that when I came to lie
Within the silent ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June,
When brooks sent up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain turf should break.



These things I remember
Of New England June,
Like a vivid day-dream
In the azure noon,
While one haunting figure
Strays through every scene,
Like the soul of beauty
Through her lost demesne.



White as a lily moulded of Earth's milk
That eve the moon bloomed in a hyacinth sky;
Soft in the gleaming glens the wind went by,
Faint as a phantom clothed in unseen silk:
Bright as a naiad's leap, from shine to shade
The runnel twinkled through the shaken brier;
Above the hills one long cloud, pulsed with fire,
Flashed like a great enchantment-welded blade.
And when the western sky seemed some weird land,
And night a witching spell at whose command
One sloping star fell green from heav'n; and deep
The warm rose opened for the moth to sleep;
Then she, consenting, laid her hands in his,
And lifted up her lips for their first kiss.




 June is the gateway to summer



 

At midnight, in the month of June, 

I stand beneath the mystic moon. 

An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, 

Exhales from out her golden rim, 

And, softly dripping, drop by drop,

 Upon the quiet mountain top


 

June is a love song written by nature


 

Forbearing the night
with its growing brilliance:
the summer moon.


 

June was not made for wind and stress,
June was made for happiness;


 

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.


 

June was made for happy things,
Boats and flowers, stars and wings,



 

June is the time for dreams to take flight and soar into reality


 

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. 

The sunshine was like powdered gold 

over the grassy hillside


 

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, 

and July the juice middle, 

August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end


 

June is the gateway to summer


 

These silent summer nights
even the stars
seem to whisper.



 

Spring being a tough act to follow, 

God created June



 

On a hot summer night
dreams and reality
merge.


 

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, 

and every sunset is different


June

 



This month marks the start of summer in the Northern Hemisphere and contains the summer solstice, which is the day with the most daylight hours. In the Southern Hemisphere, June is the start of winter and contains the winter solstice, the day with the fewest hours of daylight out of the year.

In the zodiac, June is associated with the signs Gemini and CancerGemini spans from May 21st to June 20th, while Cancer covers June 21st to July 22nd

The June birth flower rose symbolizes love, while the June birthstone pearl stands for purity, bringing us peace and balance in life. Gemini and Cancer stand as the month's zodiac keepers, bringing intellect and protection to those born during this month.

June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, and conversely, June has the shortest daylight hours of the year in the Southern Hemisphere. 2. June's birthstone is the pearl, the Moonstone and the Alexandrite.


The two birth flowers for June are the rose and honeysuckleRoses are widely recognized as a symbol of love and beauty, with different colors carrying specific meanings. Honeysuckle is known for its sweet fragrance and is often associated with happiness and good fortune

The colors associated with June include light purple/mauve, as well as the colors of the June birthstones: pearls (white, cream, yellow-brown), moonstones (blue to white), and alexandrite (yellow, brownish, grayish, or blueish green in daylight, and orangy or brownish red to purple red in incandescent light) 

This period, when the sun reaches its zenith, has been a time of celebration and spiritual significance throughout history. The symbols associated with June birthdays carry deep esoteric meanings, drawn from ancient traditions and arcane wisdom.

June, sixth month of the Gregorian calendar. It was named after Juno, the Roman goddess of childbirth and fertility.

June – Oak – The Oak tree symbolizes truth, knowledge, strength of character and motivation. July – Cherry – The Cherry tree symbolizes strong expression and compassion. August – Applewood – The Apple tree symbolizes strength, gentleness, abundance and giving.

June's birthstones offer two enchanting options: the classic pearl and the alexandrite. Pearls, known for their timeless elegance, symbolize purity and serenity with their soft, lustrous glow.

With its Pearl colored birthstone, June is also represented by Pale Orange, signifying the start of warmer months.




 



Lots of people go mad in January. 

Not as many as in May, of course. 

Nor June. 


June

 


June 

Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine 
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights 
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, 
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.