Though spring sprang a little later than usual this year, June is showing up as a soft colorful impressionistic world so far.
This week, we had our first wood duck babies in the pond, soft cottonwood tree fuzz covering everything in sight, wild phlox in bloom, and green everywhere. So today I thought I would simply share some of my impressions of June, including lots of photos made with intentional camera movement.
Impressions of June
Cottonwood fuzz
Enjoy these beautiful days of June and soak in the colors all around.
May you walk in beauty.
Honey Locust
Who can tell how lovely in June is the
honey locust tree, or why
a tree should be so sweet and live
in this world? Each white blossom
on a dangle of white flowers holds one green seed –
a new life. Also each blossom on a dangle of flower
holds a flask
of fragrance called Heaven, which is never sealed.
The bees circle the tree and dive into it. They are crazy
with gratitude. They are working like farmers. They are as
happy as saints. After awhile the flowers begin to
wilt and drop down into the grass. Welcome
shines in the grass.Every year I gather
handfuls of blossoms and eat of their mealiness; the honey
melts in my mouth, the seeds make me strong,
both when they are crisps and ripe, and even at the end
when their petals have turned dully yellow.So it is
if the heart has devoted itself to love, there is
not a single inch of emptiness. Gladness gleams
all the way to the grave.”― New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
Lily pads
This is the smell of June, she wanted to write to Christopher… honeysuckle, green hay, wet linen hung out to dry…
― Love in the Afternoon
A good day for visiting West Medicine Lake Park
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
― Anne of the Island
Wood duck mama and ducklings on the log in the pond
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days. – James Russell Lowell
Medicine Lake Impressions
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.”– Aldo Leopold
More lake impressions, the colorful spot near the top is an out-of-focus kayaker.
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o’er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial. – Lucy Larcom
Male wood ducks eating cottonwood seeds
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Wild phlox
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different. – John Steinbeck
Impressions of lily pads
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I’ve looked at love that way. – Joni Mitchell
Water reflections
June is bustin’ out all over. – Oscar Hammerstein II
Turtle joins wood ducks on the log
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June. – Al Bernstein
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