“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, 1941
June always feels like a slow, glorious month. I think it’s always been one of my favorite months because it used to be the month our lives slipped from hectic school and activity fueled craziness into the sweet, open-ended days of summer. Running through sprinklers, building forts in the woods, early morning walks before the heat of the day, trips to the library, slurping Popsicles on the front steps, chasing fireflies as evening tiptoed in. Such a succulent time full of laughter, chatter, togetherness and fun. We used to live summers like a litter of puppies, all the kids hanging out together, alternating fun with fighting as the heat, tiredness and togetherness sometimes became too much. That’s when we had “quiet time.” Everyone picked a book and went to read quietly for an hour. June signaled the free-form days of summer. Loved those days!
Once the kids started driving though, they got summer jobs and that brought an end to our lazy summers and guaranteed togetherness. And from there it just snowballed as each person grew into their own lives, busy with the school, work, and relationship commitments. So I’m so very grateful for the week we just spent at the beach. We actually had the whole family together for the first time in awhile. The Airman even got leave and drove in from his base in MS! I’ll store this week of family togetherness in my mental scrapbook of summertime memories.
Do you have any favorite summertime memories? Or even better, big plans for the month of June?