Fifteen Hours and Eighteen Minutes of Sunlight

 

        Life in Buckland and Shelburne.

We have to revel in the thing we call June. It’s continual newness. The bursting forth of the early flowers, the long lit days and the abundance of natural wealth. I am rereading All Creatures Great and Small. I love James Herriot’s take on Yorkshire with it’s teaming life. We live in cyberspace sometimes far too much. Stop for a while, listen, look, take it in while it is here.

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