June is my favourite month.
It is difficult to describe what June means to me. It is summer, yes, but not quite, not quite yet, here above the 54th parallel. Spring is very nearly over, but not quite. A few trees haven't yet quit their brilliant chartreuse halos.
I thought I might try and capture this month one day at a time for you: one photo at a time.
We've had a lot of rain. How much rain? Enough for a mushroom to begin growing out of our picnic table!
The lilacs have finally arrived. I love lilacs. I want more. (I took this while it was raining.)
Confession: I took both these photos today, as I only just thought of it!