
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
“Unwritten Tale”
The month of June is just around the corner, readers! Let’s celebrate with some of my favorite summer quotes and paintings. Enjoy!

“This is the smell of June, she wanted to write to Christopher… honeysuckle, green hay, wet linen hung out to dry…”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
Painting: Laundry Day by Andrew Wyeth

“June would always be Charlotte’s favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun warmed the island, there was nothing, nothing better than a wood fire, wool socks, and hot chocolate made from scratch.”
― Barbara Delinsky, Sweet Salt Air
Painting: Giuseppe Faraone, 1985

“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
Painting: Alexander Averin, 1952

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Painting: By the Sea. – Gerard Klein

“The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.”
― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island
Painting: Early Morning on the Island, Sally Swatland
“I realized
June had never been
just a month
music…
never just a tremble
on my lips
warmth was never
merely a blanket.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
Painting: Charles Edward Perugini ‘Peonies’ 1887 oil on canvas Charles Edward Perugini [Italian-born English painter of the Victorian era, 1839 – 1918] Son-in-law to Charles Dickens
“(June had drawn out every leaf on the trees. The mothers of Pimlico gave suck to their young. Messages were passing from the Fleet to the Admiralty. Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe the very air in the Park and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved. To dance, to ride, she had adored all that.)”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Painting: Giclee Print: Piccadilly in June, 1892 by Rose Maynard Barton
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
June, RosesGregory Frank Harris
Thank you for visiting today, readers! I hope you enjoy a lovely weekend full of family, friends, and good books.
Best,
AnneMarie Dapp
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