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Here, But Older

Longest Days/Shortest Month

There was something about this June that was extra special. It also went by extra fast.

For one thing, there was hardly ever a cloud in the sky. Bad for the grass, but so good for my mood. There was almost no humidity. The little rain we had fell at night.

We ate lunch on our patio whenever we were home. We walked around the neighborhood after dinner whenever we were home. We chatted with neighbors on their porches. Our across-the-street neighbor Christian who was recently just a baby was riding his first two-wheeler in the street under his dad’s watchful eye.

In Pittsburgh where I grew up, the now defunct Kaufmann’s Department Store had a promotion every year called “June, the Month of Roses”. Roses are nice, but long days are even nicer.


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