Sunshine, swimming holes and sweet corn; summer visiting season is finally open.
Boy and girl beavers from the overheated city have been arriving via log jam this past month by the baker's dozen.
There's sunbathing, rib-grilling and wood-cutting to be done, ale and deep slumber to follow. Horseshoe clubs are forming and mandolins are struck. The house isn't finished, but no one seems to notice, so welcome is the company of these long-awaited friends.
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