June 4th, 2010A few years ago (I think it was when my son turned 10), I realized that we have some irreconcilable differences between us. Specifically, we could not agree on what date is the first day of summer. For me that always was – and is – June 1st (my farmer roots??). However, smartypants that he is, my son insists on the scientific/astronomy-based date – June 22nd or something. We agreed to disagree, and I gave him my official permission to wear his spring clothes (or even winter ones if he prefers) until…(read more)
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