"How did it get so late so soon?"
Where have you gone sweet June? Can it be nearly over? I had much to do. Got some of it done, but not nearly enough. July will be too hot to do anything outside, but I'll spend much of it canning and freezing the garden's bounty.
"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."
Maud Hart Lovelace
"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade."