The argument began, as most did in the Fowler household, with a thermostat.
Eloise and Margaret both turned. That was the kind of thing you said when you were an English professor. is june spring or summer
Margaret’s needles clicked in disbelief. “June is June. June is roses and fireflies and the last day of school. That’s summer.” The argument began, as most did in the
And underneath, in her father’s scribble: Margaret’s needles clicked in disbelief
Spring. But only until noon.
Tom pulled out an ear of corn. “Think about it. June pretends to be summer—the long days, the heat, the peonies. But June still has spring’s anxiety. The first week of June, you’re still jumpy about a late frost. You don’t trust the warmth yet. July never worries. July is pure, stupid summer. June is the dress rehearsal.”
Summer. But you were right about the solstice.