Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
June is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for five months and not doing any for the next seven.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Hello June, good morning! The days get hotter, the nights get longer...
June is the gateway to summer.
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.
There are two seasons when the leaves are in their glory, their green and perfect youth in June and this their ripe old age in October.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
Nobody is perfect, but people born in June almost get there.
Anyone else got the feeling that May lasted exactly three days?
Hey June, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect June is made.
Summer - the seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
the warmest months of the year: June, July and August.
The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline; the summer of life.
