How the Grinch Stole Solstice, Almost {14}

Boz is quick to point out that chest-high grass is no dog’s friend. Rain or no rain, it’s time to mow. If weather was a game of rock- paper-scissors, I’d have to say clouds trump sun in our neck of the woods, just as paper covers rock. Every year, we await solstice and the arrival of summer like […]

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