What Is One To Say About June,

A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above All It Teaches Entire Trust.

I Plant Rosemary All Over The Garden, So Pleasant Is It To Know That At Every Few Steps One May Draw The Kindly Branchlets Through One's Hand, And Have The Enjoyment Of Their Incomparable Incense; And I Grow It Against Walls, So That The Sun May Draw Out Its Inexhaustible Sweetness To Greet Me As I Pass.

What Is One To Say About June, The Time Of Perfect Young Summer, The Fulfillment Of The Promise Of The Earlier Months, And With As Yet No Sign To Remind One That Its Fresh Young Beauty Will Ever Fade.

It Has Taken Me Half A Lifetime Merely To Find Out What Is Best Worth Doing, And A Good Slice Out Of Another Half To Puzzle Out The Ways Of Doing It.

More Than Half A Century Has Passed, And Yet Each Spring, When I Wander Into The Primrose Wood, I See The Pale Yellow Blooms And Smell Their Sweetest Scent - For A Moment I Am Seven Years Old Again And Wandering In That Fragrant Wood.