Tuesday, June 25, 2013
O what is so fair as a day in June?
That's the first line of the poem.
I've just enjoyed a few of those perfect days, away on a short holiday with DH to celebrate our 34th.
Where did the years go? I still feel about 28 years old . . . lots of the time.
And I'm pretty sure that we enjoyed quite a few perfect days while all of those years zipped past!