Because it's June!

The air today is heavily laden with a mixture of perfumes: dog rose, phlox, and peonies. Almost overnight the blooms have burst on stem and vine.

You know what that means, don't you? (with my sincerest apologies to my favorite musical team, Rodgers and Hammerstein.)

C'mon, sing with me--

"June is bustin' out all over,



All over the meadow and the hill!



Buds're bustin' outa bushes



And the rompin' river pushes



Ev'ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill!"

And it is glorious. The 100 days of summer have begun.

I am fixing to (Texas speak, the equivalent of "readupping" in Pennsylvania speak) get ready for our annual pilgrimage to the promised land (Texas.)

What are your summer plans?