IO2 Walks in New England 



An Over- Ardent June 



ON this occasion, much as June is loved, 

 there is a general feeling that she came 

 in with too much of a bounce. What 

 we have largely loved in June has been the shy, 

 sweet, elusive way with which she slips in, so that 

 she usually has been around, coaxing the roses 

 gently, and suggesting buds to the red clover, 

 and so on, until the conviction of her presence 

 steals upon our senses with subtle sweetness 

 as the perfume of the syringas, the wild cherries 

 and the grapes follow on the vanishing lilacs and 

 the azaleas. But she arrived in a hustling fash 

 ion, this year, taking hold as if she were emulous 

 of July, infuriating the thermometer, and making 

 us want to take off our flesh and sit in our bones, 

 as Sydney Smith said. For the first time in a 

 generation, we desired a little more coolness in 

 June s advances. She was too forward, too for 

 cible. Her Amazonian caresses took our breath 

 away, who wants to make love in such a fever 

 and fret ? In fact, if June would give us the cold 



