Summer has blossomed on Otter Creek. The swathers are out cutting hay,
leaving tidy windrows in their wake. The blue flax continues in bloom along
the roadsides, yellow mustard and sweet clover fill the air with a heady scent.
The bee keepers are out putting the supers on the bee boxes in the fields.
The meadowlarks are calling, a slight breeze lifts the cotton that floats
in the air set against the clear blue sky.
Bulls restless in their pasture, call out for their intended lady loves.
Its a fine day in paradise.
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