Month of June's Eternal Moment

The following article was published in the June 28th edition of the 1962 Gibbon Gazette:

The beautiful weather of the past few days clearly emphasize the poet's verse, "What is so rare as a day in June?"...
The following item clipped from the Memphis Commercial Appeal tells the story:
Under the high June sun... vines climb and snake up fences, growing with almost visible speed.  The thick smell of honeysuckle lies close to the earth.
The strident voices of children now free from school, carrying from nearby yards and mingle with the chirps of food-hunting birds.
A tall oak rustles lightly as it flaps like a sail in the breeze.  Unseen tiny creatures scutter through grass and creeping ivy.
Daisies stand tall and silent like sentinels of the flower garden - unpeturbed by curious bees.
This June - the languid month - gentle and soft as a mother's arm.  It is a time of ripening, a month of green opulence and velvety beauty.
Though it may seem restful... this is deceiving.  Nature is seething with the quiet toils of transition.  Hidden roots thrust downward in damp ground and energy drawn upwards explodes in the leafy, blooming elegance of early summer growth.
Just as the fruit of the fresh gardens and fields feed man's appetite, so the June verdancy sustains his beauty-hungering soul.
It's sounds are sibilant, its languorous odor intoxicating, it's effervescence contagious.  The happy quest of life spreads across the horizon from earth to sky, and all possible aspirations now seem fulfilled.
Only those who have seen June come and go can know that the moment cannot last forever.  But June is not concerned with this.  For this instant it is eternity, reassuring us that nothing can die.