June is my favorite month. Hot, but not crazy-stupid-hot. Well, today is gonna be crazy-stupid-hot, but the rest of the week is gonna be in the low eighties. Which is my idea of good, summer weather. Plus, everything green is still fresh. Plenty of sunshine, too.
Now I just gotta plot out my schedule for the month. Need to check off some projects…
Finally. This is my favorite month of the year. It’s warm enough to not need a coat and cool enough that I’m not dying of heat stroke. I can drive with the windows down because it’s just as good as air conditioning. We can grill when we want to, instead of doing that because running the oven in August in Maryland is half-painful. Everything’s alive, everything’s awake, and everything is still fresh.
‘Course, the dang sun wakes me up too early, but you can’t have everything.
At least, it’s my best month. Hot enough for shorts, but not hot enough to melt your eyeballs. Everything is heading towards peak green and alive. Go to the beach, and you can start seriously thinking about jumping into the water. Early mornings, late nights, and the blipping bugs aren’t in full swarm yet. The sun is bright and the rain is warm.
It’s a good month.
I like June. It’s a pretty month that’s warm, but not too hot; everything’s done blooming and is now seriously determined to settle down to being extremely green. Mornings made for leisurely drives and nights good for stargazing. It’s when you get the summer fruits and can buy a random ice cream without having to go to the supermarket. Baseball and steaks on grills. Thundershowers and long sunny days.
Calm before storms.
