I thought June would never come . . .
I can hardly believe it finally did!
There are good, wonderful things
about each month of the fiscal
year, but June marks the beginning
of actual warmth, the beginning of
summer.
I've often said, "If I were queen of
the universe, we'd skip winter
entirely and add a couple of weeks
to each of the other three seasons!"
Bet the skiers would hate that!
June brings us that long awaited
for gift of heat, the first day of
summer, father's day and a plethora
of b-days brought about by those
cold, cuddling nights of winter . . .
and not to forget our June brides!
I find, with the dawning of actual
warmth, I make new plans, start
planting the whiskey barrels and
cleaning up winter's devastation
to ready for summer parties.
There are nights when I think
I'm going to die from the day's
exertion, but little by little winter's
neglected body is somewhat brought
back to life. Alas, at 71 somewhat
is no exaggeration!
Here's wishing you one hell of a
summer . . . Pray, sally forth and
plan, plant, and party!!!
so been missing you
welcome back father summer
let's throw a party
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