June

In early June, I could not exhale enough.

Aaaaaah.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

We finished school. 


I got over my sickness. 


The freezer is stocked with strawberry jam. 

I pulled off the picnic and field day; the baptisms are scheduled; the IEP is written.

Curricula are ordered and stacked in the school room for next year; Little League is over; a trunkload has been hauled to the thrift store. 

The summer stretches out before me.

Ears's new tie.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.