There is an old farmer’s saying, “Rain
in June is a silver spoon,” and “A good rain in June sets all in tune.” This
year, I think we all can easily say that the rains are welcome to stop for a
little while and let the earth dry.
I’m going to be honest. June is one of
my favorite months of the year. It’s my birthday month, but it ushers in the
beginning of summer and warmer, sun-drenched days ahead.
Across our Central Pennsylvania
landscape, the grass in the fields is lush and taller than knee-high. Fluffy
clouds in a baby blue sky scud along on the breeze, and the air holds the sweet
mingled scents of many different blossoms. One of my favorite flowers is the
rose, which is also the flower of June.
I have tried to raise roses for many,
many years. I’ve tried climbing, bush, miniature, tea, hybrid, knock-out—and the
list goes on and on. What our friendly deer don’t eat, the remainder dies from the
cold, freezing winters.
I have only a clump of old-fashioned rag
roses left, which I dug out from around the foundation of an old house from the 1800s on our farm in Northeastern
Pennsylvania. This hardy variety seems to be able to hold its own, despite the
rabbits munching down the stalks under the snows.
If you have a favorite month of the year, please
share it. If you have a favorite flower, please share that as well.
WILLIE, MY LOVE
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