June, July, August, and September, deep summer, with everything reaching its limits in growth, and work, and play, and the land a deep and quiet place, green, wet, dark, and cool, or hot and dusty, with towering clouds and sudden lightning, and everything slowly growing a little wise and a little tired, is as quiet, dull, happy, strong, and deceiving in time, as middle age—and (damn it) I like it, best of all.
– Charles Allen Stewart, R.F.D. (1938)
See previous post for details on dog parade, August 8.
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