When I was a little girl, next to December (obviously because of Christmas), June was my most favorite month of the year. Now that I am NOT a little girl anymore, next to December, June is my most favorite month of the year. So nothings changed right?
OHHHH NO! LOL. Everything has changed!
When I was a little girl, June was my favorite month because a) my BIRTHDAY is in June! What kid doesn't love the month their birthday is in!!?? And b) school ended for 2 and half months in June!!!!!! Ironically, NOW (this is unbelievable) June could be my least favorite month because a) my BIRTHDAY is in June and b) school ends for 2 and half months in June!!!!!!
Remember I said "could be my least favorite month"? Actually, yes - those 2 reasons kind of bum me out - (YES, bad mother...go ahead, say it. Then go talk to most of my "mother" friends!) But I do love June, despite what I just pointed out to you. Because there is one thing I love about June that I just can't wait for every year. I am like a kid at Christmas. It rivals waiting for the first peepers to start their "It's Spring" song.
Just like in the movie Same Time Next Year, I meet my love every June - the smell of the wild roses. My alibi? Running or biking down the country roads of our little town. THAT is what I ADORE about June. I can't quite articulate how much I love that first scent of perfumed air. I have been running and biking these roads for 47 years. I know exactly which roads I will encounter my love. It never fails me.
Last Wednesday was the day. I jumped on my bike with my friend Robin and headed out in search of my rendezvous. I casually wheeled through that one section of Roast Meat Hill Road (I know - can you believe that crazy name?) and there -- my love awaited. I bound through the perfumed barrier, breathing in the scent I love so much. I've waited so long. It's so sweet. It transports me back to somewhere that I cannot identify, just like it does every year. It is a really good place. I feel happy and carefree and wildly joyful. I take that joy with me. I carry it for hours. And then I go back for more 2 days later.
I will continue to meet my secret love for the next week or two. I will continue to catch joy each time we are together. And then, once again, like every year, I am abandoned...sniff. But I'll keep it in my heart that we will meet again at the Same Time Next Year. If nothing else, there will always be that...