Or Summer ~repack~ - Is June Spring

Eloise smiled. She drank the lemonade, which was cold and sweet and perfectly in between. Outside, the hydrangeas didn’t care what she called it. They just kept blooming.

“It’s the only honest one,” he replied. “June is a border town. It belongs to both countries.” is june spring or summer

Margaret snorted. “That’s not an answer.” Eloise smiled

Margaret put down her knitting. She had been a librarian for forty-two years, and she had never once catalogued June under “Spring.” “Honey, the calendar is a suggestion. The world knows what it is. Look at that sun.” They just kept blooming

And underneath, in her father’s scribble:

The argument began, as most did in the Fowler household, with a thermostat.

Tom pulled out an ear of corn. “Think about it. June pretends to be summer—the long days, the heat, the peonies. But June still has spring’s anxiety. The first week of June, you’re still jumpy about a late frost. You don’t trust the warmth yet. July never worries. July is pure, stupid summer. June is the dress rehearsal.”