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Last summer's June: Lavender, penstemons, mullein, petunias, snapdragons, hops, marigolds and cabbages.

Snow Friday, snow Saturday, snow today, snow tomorrow, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. The shrubs are waist-deep in it. The night sky, glowing white, softly pelts its flakes, interminably, inexorably, down, down, down.