With the approach of summer comes the sweet increase of temperature and the warm Western breeze. The gypsy moths are in full swing, cross-pollinating in a ballerina frenzy outside my window. They are driven crazy by a fragrance that secretly pours from the blooming trees that surround. The smell of summer is indescribable. It's better seen or felt. With 2 more months until summer, I can't allow myself to be completely swept up in its emotion. In the meantime, I can escape for a weekend to my favorite resort, where summer is a mode of operation (Trumpets in the pool, free jeeps for all guests, and of course, free beverages). Let my friends, George & Andy, tell you all about it.
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Those were Trumpets!
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