May is gone; June has arrived. May is my favorite month; from start to finish it embodies the progression of spring. Or at least it used to, when my Mays were spent in Door County. Here in southern Wisconsin it feels too summer-like, the way June used to feel.
And that's why June is kind of an enigma for me. Astronomically it's still mostly spring, with summer arriving on the solstice. Why, then, does it seem too much like summer? Everyone calls it summer, though it's only a quarter summer. Yet it is glorious in its own way, I suppose. It seems to ease from spring to summer in preparation for the summer onslaught of July and August with their opressive heat and humidity, and violent storms.
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