Call Crayola. I’m pretty sure God created a new color.
June pink is the sky at 5 a.m.
June pink is the peony that grew in my backyard.
June pink is the peony that grew at the Arboretum.
June pink is the sisterly duo in the backyard, learning about caterpillars.
June pink is the softness of bunny ears.
June pink is that spot upon my hubby’s head that doesn’t grow hair anymore.
And June pink is a spot on the wet nose of a Holstein having breakfast.
Seen any June pink in your neck of the woods?