"The fairest daughter of the year"

June

The Book of Hours calendar page shows women and men making hay outside the walls of Paris on a quiet summer afternoon. No MP3 players or Smartphones. No computers, television, radio, magazines or books at the end of the work day. The only music is birdsong and occasional singing.

Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages!
All pleasant sights and scents,
The fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And speaking of fair daughters, our own fair daughter will be in Seattle tonight with her family. We haven't seen them since Easter, way too long. New Nova pictures coming soon!