“It’s summer, El. Close the door. You’re letting the cold out.”
“June,” he said, “is the liar of the year.” is june spring or summer
The argument began, as most did in the Fowler household, with a thermostat. “It’s summer, El
Margaret put down her knitting. She had been a librarian for forty-two years, and she had never once catalogued June under “Spring.” “Honey, the calendar is a suggestion. The world knows what it is. Look at that sun.” Margaret put down her knitting
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.”