“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;” — James Russell Lowell
On the tour of the Adirondack lakes in late June, the water was quiet and the camps were just starting to come alive for the summer season. The verdant landscape reminded me of this poem by James Russell Lowell.