As long as the earth lasts, there will always be a time to plant and a time to gather the crops. As long as the earth lasts, there will always be cold and heat. There will always be summer and winter, day and night.
June is the gateway to summer.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world that was always June.
And since all this loveliness cannot be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart Lovelace
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
It is the month of June, the month of leaves and roses, when pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
Nathaniel Parker Willis