The high plains sing in June. Their song is rolling meadow followed by rolling meadow. The prairie grass is green and thick. The usual straw colored horizon is softened by the late spring showers.
Of all the months I love living in Wyoming, June is my favorite. The air is warm, but the breeze is still cool. The earth awakes with wild flowers and song birds. The rain comes quickly and leaves just as fast providing us with a lingering smell of dirt and sage. The light holds in the sky through the evening. Trees bloom. People emerge.
July will be hot and crowded with tourists. August will bring cool nights and mornings. By September, we may see snow, but for now it is June. And I am savoring is sweet tune.
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