June

When growing up, June was my favorite month. It was bright, but not too hot. It looked and smelled like summer should but before that season got too old, hot, and humid. The summer concerts would play out of doors. It was warm enough to go to the pools or lakes. It suggested a few months of ‘summer’ ahead with all its plans – or lack thereof. In childhood June and summer seemed endless.
Now I live in Arizona, and June’s attributes are out of control. Being the only state that does not do daylight savings time, the sun rises about 430AM – and me with it. It is somewhat a good thing as it is also hot here in June; usually over 100 degrees, it has been over 110 already. What outside activities are possible are done in the early morning hours before the temperature and the sun get too high.
But in ironic compensation, the summer again seems endless. We stay indoors mostly and when we go out of doors it is to jump in backyard pool.
This weekend we go to Northern Arizona, which is quite a different region in the land of Spo. When I drove through it last year, it reminded me of northern Michigan. I am curious to see their version of June.