Every June 1st my mother would open the front door and recite this poem to my brother and me. It has become a ritual in our family, and we always look forward to hearing these words as it ushers in our Summer.
By James Russell Lowell
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every being feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
May your Summer bring you joy and an abundance of sweet memories that will warm you throughout the year