09 June 2006
"It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses."
- Nathaniel Parker Willis
What a joke.
This June, the leaves lie dead in the pool and drowned geraniums wilt on the deck. Drizzle and fog hang in the sky and it's 50 effing degrees outside. Flooded brooks and sump pumps "salute the eyes." The petals from the roses and rhodendruns have all blown off and lie in the grass like lawn dandruff. The only scent I detect is one of wet dog. This is bullshit.