It was June, and the world smelled of roses.
The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart Lovelace
The roses are glorious just now. I wish you all could see them. Falstaff is the dark red, Lichfield Angel is the creamy rose, and the pinks are Gertrude Jekyll and Boscobel. Regrettably, my nose has not recovered from Covid and my sense of smell is greatly diminished. I mourn not being able to smell these roses, as others tell me they are very fragrant.
What is June like in your corner?