What is so rare as a day in June?
Then if ever come perfect days.
Then Heaven tests Earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly Her warm ear lays.
Not a great poem by any means, but I always think of it on beautiful June days.
We're leaving for Europe again this afternoon. At this time I'm not sure whether my husband's professional travel is a blessing or a curse. I'll enjoy myself when I'm there, but I know I will be very glad when it's July 10, and I am home for a long stretch to get caught up with all the projects I want to work on. I hope to get a chance to at least read what everyone is doing while I'm gone.