&ldquo;It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.&rdquo; ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” ~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered