And what is so rare as a day in June?

[mahatmakanejeeves]

from The Vision of Sir Launfal

James Russell Lowell, 1819 - 1891

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;

This was my grandmother's favorite poem. She used to rattle off this line every June.

She was my favorite relative. She was born in 1895.

I remember one day, it must have been 1964 or 1965, we were walking to the shopping center - she never learned how to drive - when she started in on the poem. It was a beautiful day. I miss her.

[Ohiogal]

1. What a wonderful memory of your grandmother!

It's a beautiful poem. She sounds like a very special lady.

[donkeypoofed]

2. 335 other days?

Just kidding! 😜

[mahatmakanejeeves]

3. Apparently they suck bigly. NT

[appalachiablue]

4. From my beautiful mother who was born in June I learned it & cherish it.