Is it Summer yet?

Mustang Diaries Archive on October 2, 2009, 14:42

Oh, how I long for lush mountain meadows, the warm sun shining down, butterflies floating seemingly with no purpose other than to simply be seen. You can almost smell the fresh air and scent of the blossoms, can't you? Do you remember it? The first of June when all was fresh and new.

June is also when Sandy began to shed his summer coat. Last year, it was July. This scares me. Last winter was full of snow and floods. I do not want that again. No, I do not. I want daisies growing year round, and a sky so blue Paul Newman's eyes would be jealous.

Yesterday the sky was cold,