These June Days

dick & jane at the farmOn June days like the ones we’re in, now the birds begin talking before 5:00 even. Today I heard them tuning up a good twenty minutes before the old clock had even struck 4:00 down in the living room. And even at 9:30 last night bands of daylight still clung to the horizon.

Every year at this time I feel like I’m walking around inside one of those 1940s children’s book you can still find in second-hand stores, with the perfectly puffed clouds set against skies of heavenly blue.

I look around and think Where are Grandpa and Grandpa who the children visit on their farm? Where is the littlest child with her doll carriage eternally trying to dress the cat in baby clothes?

Every year at this time I feel like I’m back in Eden, that state that all of us seem to dimly remember, before we and the world tilted into brokenness and error.

It seems we inhabit a sort of continual Present tense on any June morning with its blossoms and its birds. There is no future to fear, no past to either regret or pine for.

Maybe it’s the color of the grass, or the proliferation of blossoms everywhere. You’re not expecting all these blooms somehow. I know I’m newly amazed every year all the plants that go to the trouble of flowering, even the small humble one that you picture at the bottom of the ladder, that plant whose mission you thought was to clutch soil merely; even this plant is staging a great show of beauty. It reminds me of the bike parades you went to as a kid, your dented little Schwinn festooned in flounce and sparkle.

The world is so festooned right now. Just walk outside and see.

bike parade

4 thoughts on “These June Days

  1. If one does not appreciate this time of year, one is not trying very hard. I write until three each day and then I am outside enjoying the sights and sounds.

  2. I always wanted to go to Grandmother and Grandfather’s farm. Not just any farm but the one
    in the Dick and Jane reader. Yes, that one. Having come out of a war torn Europe, that farm
    seemed like paradise to a little me. I yearned for this farm all my life and now I have bought it
    and am moving to it. I have found my home. Thank you for sharing your love of the Dick and Jane farm and the feeling it evokes in you.

    1. what a lovely thing! Thanks so much for sharing your dream with us all here. And now it is to become a reality Dzvinka!
      We Americans know so little of what it was like in Europe in those months and years just after the war. This ignorance is no credit to us for sure! Again thank you !

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