I like June. Since summer is runs a low number four on my favorite-seasons list, that's saying a lot. But I love the entire month--that limited dose of blousey, wild, green, pagan celebration. I love the solstice, because (and I freely admit this) it's a return to the darker part of the year.
June is a doorway, a borderland, and borders are my favorite places to perch--the edge of Maine's coast where the woods tumble directly into the sea with no shingle of beach, the first night of frost when the days are still warm enough to drop your jacket by noon, and the dawn, always the dawn.
June is like one big green-dawning, shoreline-perching, borderland celebration, and I'm all for it.