This is not good-bye, it's so long. See you in eight months or so. My good friends over the last four months, I will miss you but you are for another time. This morning I could see my breath when I let the dogs out. There was a frost warning in the further suburbs. Strange that the calendar still says "summer", but here in the the northern climes that one season is oh so short. Relegated to the back of the cupboard for now, I will be glad to see you next May and after a brief period of forgetting that you even exist. I will find joy in you once again.
And in keeping with THAT theme, here we are all ready for the next season - HOCKEY! The only thing missing is the jersey.
June 2017 – Rock Notes – 16
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