Spring Bud Rings....
in the shop today.
Springtime had me in angst.
I wanted green.
Montana's winters are slow to thaw.
And the summer is so sweet,
and so short.
I can't believe it's August already.
It seems like my summer is just wisking itself closer and closer to Carhartts and wool sweaters.
As I say that, I realize it's going to be 90 degrees today, and the thought of wool
is just crazy.
The lakes are perfect for swimming, Huckleberries are in season, and I haven't worn socks in months.
But man, it's the truth.
Montana sneaks up on you.
And then it's October, and we are all in puffy-coats.
So here's my short Ode to summer.