A time for romping about in your freshly cut lawn. The season to play at the beach with your dog, or maybe even your family. The quarter of this midwestern year where we embrace whole heartedly the customs of the inhabitants of California and Florida. Loving the feel of the sun kissing our skin and the earth raw beneath our bare feet. This picture would be much easier to make into a reality if the sun would dare to come out of the clouds. I am disappointed to say that so far this relaxing season has been, for lack of a better word, a bummer. So much for tan lines and deck parites, because we don't need sunscreen, we need umbrellas. I know it is irrational for me to blame the weather men and women for this. But I just can't help it. So, you know what Dave Dahl!? I'm tired of it. Not that that really means anything to you. But I feel much better letting this out. In fact I'm sorta starting to regret it. Sorry Mr.Dahl. Anyways, summer please come, it would make everything just lovely.
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