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|June is the sixth month of the year in the Julian
and Gregorian calendars and one of the four months with a length
of 30 days. June is the month with the longest daylight hours
of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the shortest daylight
hours of the year in the Southern Hemisphere. June in the Northern
Hemisphere is the seasonal equivalent to December in the Southern
Hemisphere and vice versa. In the Northern hemisphere, the beginning
of the meteorological summer is 1 June. In the Southern hemisphere,
the beginning of the meteorological winter is 1 June.
The month of June is probably named after Juno, the wife
of Jupiter, and queen of the gods [Hera in Greek mythology].
It was held sacred to her, and was thought by the Romans to
be the luckiest month for marriage, since Juno was the Goddess
of Marriage. Wherever the goddess went she was attended by
her messenger Iris (the Rainbow), who journeyed so quickly
through the air that she was seldom seen, but after she had
passed there was often left in the sky the radiant trail of
her highly-coloured robe.
Juno is always represented as a tall, beautiful woman, wearing
a crown and bearing a sceptre in her hand, and often she is
shown with a peacock at her side, since that bird was sacred
to her. A story is told of one of her servants, Argus, who
had a hundred eyes, only a few of which he closed at a time.
Juno set him to watch over a cow which Jupiter wished to steal,
for it was really a beautiful girl named Io, whom Jupiter
Mercury was sent by Jupiter to carry off Io, and by telling
long and wearisome stories to Argus at last succeeded in lulling
him into so deep a sleep that he closed all his eyes. The
god then seized Argus's own sword and cut off his head. Juno
was very sad at the loss of her servant, and gathering up
his hundred eyes scattered them over the tail of the peacock,
her favourite bird."
|The Latin name for June is Junius. Ovid offers
multiple etymologies for the name in the Fasti, a poem about
the Roman calendar. The first is that the month is named after
the Roman goddess Juno, the goddess of marriage and the wife
of the supreme deity Jupiter; the second is that the name comes
from the Latin word iuniores, meaning "younger ones",
as opposed to maiores ("elders") for which the preceding
month May (Maius) may be named.
In ancient Rome, the period from mid-May through mid-June was
considered inauspicious for marriage. Ovid says that he consulted
the Flaminica Dialis, the high priestess of Jupiter, about setting
a date for his daughter's wedding, and was advised to wait till
after June 15.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty
lousy, but I hate Spring.
- Dorothy Parker
June is bustin' out all over.
- Oscar Hammerstein II (From Carousel)
This is June, the month of grass and leaves . . . already
the aspens are trembling again, and a new summer is offered
me. I feel a little fluttered in my thoughts, as if I might
be too late. Each season is but an infinitesimal point. It
no sooner comes than it is gone. It has no duration. It simply
gives a tone and hue to my thought. Each annual phenomena
is reminiscence and prompting. Our thoughts and sentiments
answer to the revolution of the seasons, as two cog-wheels
fit into each other.
We are conversant with only one point of contact at a time,
from which we receive a prompting and impulse and instantly
pass to a new season or point of contact. A year is made up
of a certain series and number of sensations and thoughts
which have their language in nature. Now I am ice, now I am
sorrel. Each experience reduces itself to a mood of the mind.
- Henry David Thoreau, in his Journal
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
But they don't get around
Like the dandelions do.
- Slim Acres
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like
- Margaret Atwood
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
- Joyce Kilmer, Spring
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
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're
- Anton Chekhov