The English poets once upon a time celebrated June as one of the loveliest months of the year. It might be loverly in England, but here in the South, it is usually hot, not the smother-you-whenyou walk- out-of-thehouse-hot, but normal people hot, around 90 degrees. It is still hot for me, so I try manfully to get all my flower planting done before the lovely days of June arrive.