Speaking of June and summer, I am reminded of the novel Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. The stories featuring a 12-year-old boy and his family and friends take place during one summer in the 1920s in a small Illinois town. I read it so long ago I can only remember that the boy's grandmother made dandelion wine and that Mr. Bradbury evoked summer so very well I could almost see the fireflies glittering in the moist night air.
This is one of the novels I want to reread this summer. I am making a Summer Reading List for myself since I have no schoolmarms to make suggestions for me.
Summer is for children and I plan on experiencing the joy of the season through the eyes of a couple of the fictional characters I have forgotten about.
Dandelion Wine seems an excellent place to begin.