Ode to the Summer Sun

Dear Michigan,

Thank you for finally showing us something other than a frozen wasteland. May was way colder than it needed to be. A word of advice though, dear Glove I love, seasonal transitional intoith. Translation: Killing my flowers one night with frost than producing a slip-and-slide on my hardwood floors with your humidity the following day is just plain mean.

Hey, at least the babe enjoyed it!