June comes in high-run tides in the bays and high tides of daisies. The fields are butter-and-egg fields; buttercups fill all the swales, and daisies wash up the hillside and spatter white on the sky. When the wind blows, it is pure honey for air, and all the bees come home heavy with gilt pollen…
The vane wheels s'utheast, backs around no'theast, and it rains buckets three days… Then the vane veers to the west, the clouds break, and the thrushes fill the moist world with sweet, sad, evening flutes… Flowers star every inch of earth, and the fair-weather whitecaps flower the ocean.
It is the warm month, the merry month, the marriage month, and tiptop high sun of the year.
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