Normally this time of the year I'd be cursing the dead leaves, elm seeds all over the place, dandelions popping up as fast as you can dig them out, weeds vying for space in the garden, not to say anything about the heat. I'd be thinking about how much time it takes to get the yard cleaned up and the garden ready for planting, more hours in one week than 7 months of clearing snow and I'd almost be wishing for the first snow fall, yeah, a distant almost. Things are different this year, I remember the splendor of the landscaped hillside behind Deanie's brother's house in Lumsden and I remember the beauty of Tony and Carols yard on Weekes Crescent, and after the funeral I can imagine people driving by Tony's place in Saskatoon wondering, "How the hell does that guy keep those stones from cluttering his driveway?"
To June
Loved
