Oh, the whirlwind of June
June takes me by unwilling hands
To spin me in her dervish arms;
The whirlwind of her fleeting days
Obscuring gray and obvious charms.
The sun, the sun, is briefly glimpsed
His summer promises opaque.
But June twirls on at reckless pace
Impetuous wind that will not break.
Here is a quick poem I jotted down to try to capture the feeling of the past month. And some photos from the last two weeks. It has been fun, and stressful and enormously busy. Why do they put Father’s Day at the end of a week when the kids finish school and we have teachers’ gifts and graduations and dances to worry about as well? So not fair to the dads!
Pancake Breakfast for 300+ (Phew! Glad that’s over!)
Guitar recital at a Local Punk Rock Cafe/Bar
Gold Rush Days at the Elementary School
My sister’s birthday party