Posted on June 30, 2020June 30, 2020 by zhue June It was June and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over grassy hillside. -Maud Hart Lovelace Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...