I hate to see summer go. It is the fun time of year.
I hear the howl of locusts on a scorching afternoon.
The Monarch butterflies wiggle in their sunlight flight. Pure white clouds slowly float across a royal blue sky. Birds sing their lilting arpeggios. A distant lawnmower roars. Children’s laughter floats in the air. It’s summer.
I was born in a summer month. I was married in the summer. Our first …