I don’t know about you, but I love June gloom…
The flowers appear to be bathed in candle light, beneath shrouded skies of gray…
The gentle trickle of water sounds like faerie laughter in the trees…
The sweet sound of bird song can be heard drifting through my back door.
the earth becomes His sanctuary, and I wonder what it was like before the fall…
all is well during the month of June.
