&Amp;Ldquo;It Was June, And The World Smelled Of Roses. The Sunshine Was Like Powdered Gold Over The Grassy Hillside.&Amp;Rdquo; ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy And Tib
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” ~Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
