This was supposed to have been the summer of very long bike rides, more frequent canoeing, and family rides to the ice cream stand. It was also to be the Summer When Grass Finally Grew in the backyard, thanks to the removal of two ancient, dying, sun-blocking spruces and a menage of other leafy tall stuff back there, and perhaps a more bug-free existence that would permit the return of the hammock. What it has turned out to be is the summer of extreme rain, now extreme heat, lots of Buffy episodes watched in front of our sole air conditioner, and while the grass is growing, the bugs are quite happy with all the rain and have happily set up the hammock for us, hoping to lure us out there. I’m not even opening the door.
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