Is June Spring Or Summer File

The next morning—June twenty-first, the solstice—Eloise woke to find a glass of lemonade on her nightstand. Beside it, a sticky note in her grandmother’s neat hand:

They called a truce only because Eloise’s father, Tom, walked in carrying a grocery bag full of sweet corn. He set it on the counter and assessed the battlefield. is june spring or summer

Eloise frowned. She liked her father’s metaphors, but they didn’t settle the score. “So is it spring or summer?” Eloise frowned

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

She thought about the word “June.” It didn’t feel like April’s wet mud or July’s cracked earth. June was the month of graduations and weddings, of strawberries that still tasted like a surprise. It was the month you stood in the doorway of the year, one foot in each season, deciding whether to go back for a jacket or leave it behind forever.