Thank you for the drum roll of cool rainy days that spring brought, but now I'm rolling the red carpet for June. The various colours and sounds that come with June open up the curtain of yet another season: Summer, my beloved of all them four. June arrives with an air of warmth and glow of tan that seem to say everything will be alright. It is the empress sun's time to shine proving its utmost strength with days longer than nights. Flowers in bloom, chirping birds, flip flops, tank tops -- these are a few of my favorite things.
Bride is one thing June is associated with. On looking up in the Internet the origin of this tradition, I found out that one probable explanation behind this is that during the old times, English commoners used to take a bath only once a year. June, being the warmest month of the year for them, was the perfect time. Since you would only bathe annually, might as well get married on the same day, right? Hence, the term June bride was conceived.
Come to think of it, I just realized now that I haven't really seen myself being a June bride. Maybe because: 1) I spent 25 years of my life in the Philippines, and it's a given fact that June, in the Philippines, not only is synonymous for the opening of school year but also typhoons. 2) I never actually thought of getting married then... not until recently.
Wouldn't it be lovely to be dressed in a summery wedding gown? March in high-heeled strappy sandals? Showered with fresh petals of scenty flowers? Wind blowing on your hair as your groom plants a kiss on your forehead, cheeks, nose and then lips? Say "I do" and exchange vows on a bright sunny day without a single cloud in the sky? ♥♥♥
Oh well ... it's free to dream. Reality always comes with a price, to make it worth living. Seems like my groom hasn't find his way to me yet, so for the time being, I'll enjoy the rest of my June dreaming about my own wedding -- one of my favorite things ;)