I love your school’s-out new-found freedom. Your sweet morning sunlight that tastes like past-ripe strawberries. Your just-right weather that’s not too hot, not too cold. Your seventh inning stretches and horses waiting at the gate. Your sun-colored pines and blue-eyed skies. Your traveling butterflies and too many birthday celebrations. Please stay for a while…
Such a beautiful note to June. Sometimes I look at the green pastures here and wish it would always be like this.
This is nice!
Graduations and cottonwood puffs!
Ohhhh. I love this.,
I do love me some June. The sun is warm but the breeze is cool.