I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June….

The chime of wind through the neighbors garden art in the early evening. An ice cream truck slowly singing its melody through the heat radiant streets. Succulent strawberries bursting their red aroma as cream is splashed. Roses and peonies spilling over in fragrant bloom. Sizzling hamburgers hitting crisp lettuce on a sturdy paper plate. Child song-the delicious cry of innocents in the neighborhood park.

Would that each day held the peaceful wonder, delight and fullness of the blessings of June.
in love. trish