“The first of June! The Kings are off to the seashore tomorrow, and I’m free. Three months’ vacation–how I shall enjoy it!” exclaimed Meg, coming home one warm day to find Jo laid upon the sofa in an unusual state of exhaustion, while Beth took off her dusty boots, and Amy made lemonade for the refreshment of the whole party.”
* * * Louisa May Alcott, Little Women * * *
Without fail, I quote that first line to myself every June first. There are so many ways to divvy up a year: New Year’s Day; Chinese New Year; meteorologically (for example, June-July-August is the meteorological summer); our regular division of the seasons; and the Chinese division of the seasons which is according to the light, not temperature (that’s the acupuncturist in me talking). Then there is the pre-Christian calendar, the Jewish calendar, the Orthodox Church calendar, the regular Church calendar, and the school calendar. I get plenty of opportunities each year for do-overs, start-agains, official new beginnings. And then, of course, there is each new day.