It's not even mid-March yet, but I'm already clamoring for late spring, early summer.  Just slide right on past rainy April and slide right into the hot sticky months of summer...

Days filled with winery trips, nights of barbecuing.  Friends.  Dogs.  I've gained a lovelier appreciate of summer as I've grow older. 

Plus, your friends can always pretend to be covering up fart sounds with the slap-slap of palm against thigh.  Always blaming those mosquitoes. 

 


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