Friday, June 12, 2009

O June!

"Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day.
No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them."
- Aldo Leopold

Indeed, - the first walk through the garden in the morning is almost overwhelming...
Here, and here and here, - look at the new buds, the new blossoms.

June is so generous with her beauty, and the garden, no matter how small, is a constant delight. The fat, busy bees, the butterflies, the worms that wiggle and squirm when you turn over the soil, the meadow lark that greets you in the morning - whichever angel was in charge of the June Show surely must have gone over budget!!!

"Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
These round each bush in sweet disorder run
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun."
- John Clare, June

1 comment:

Arija said...

The glories in the mid-summer garden, every real gardener's delight. Lovely post.