Moss on the wood path is ankle high, ferns almost shoulder high. We’re “knee-deep in June,” as James Whitcomb Riley titled one of his poems. The leaves on birch trees balloon out in green the color of Emerald City in the Land of Oz. Winding… Read More
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Fickle June offers us remarkable visions
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Fickle June offers us remarkable visions