Posted on | June 7, 2011 | 3 Comments
If it weren’t for having a dog, I wouldn’t get outside in the early hours of a June morning, long before the thermometer creeps past 90. I wouldn’t see the lake, calm and gray in the mist, nor the bunches of peonies at their peak, which will probably wilt as the day wears on. I wouldn’t get to watch the progress of neighbors’ front-yard vegetable gardens, or listen to the kid crossing guards chatter at the corner. I wouldn’t get to start my day in such a pleasant way.