“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontentment   June, June, June, I mused. When did I last give Booker his flea and tick stuff?  Moving to the calendar I flipped back to May’s dates and activities.  Dang, I hadn’t jotted down the deed. Usually, I… Read More