June, that mirrored breath of both spring and summer, lowers her lashes from that first bloom's blush and casts her gaze toward ever lengthening days, those filled with love's bright rush.
"Then followed that beautiful season...Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light:
and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Last Week's Thursday Thrill: