Is June Spring Or Summer Here

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.

“The solstice isn’t until tomorrow,” Eloise said, reciting from her science textbook. “Summer starts on the solstice. June twenty-first.” is june spring or summer

Eloise Fowler, age nine and fiercely logical, stood with one hand on the sliding glass door. Outside, the hydrangeas were fat and blue, the air so thick with humidity it seemed to breathe on its own. Inside, her grandmother, Margaret, was knitting a sweater the color of lemons. Eloise smiled

Eloise didn’t close it. She turned, squinting. “It’s June twentieth. That’s still spring.” They just kept blooming

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.