Okay, so technically Verlyn Klinkenborg's name isn't attached to this one. But that's got to be an editing error, or else Verlyn has elected to take his name off this column. Don't be shy, Klink! We know it's you! How could it not be?
Summary: It's the Fourth of July.
Notably Klinkenborgian passage:
It is the buoy, or perhaps the cannonade, that marks the beginning of high summer.The early vegetables in the garden are over, and now is about the time when the lettuce thinks about bolting. The weeds along the lake edge are coming on thick and strong, and the ponds are nearly all covered with a solid mat of green. High summer is the time of black shade in the woods and black underbellies on the thunderheads that seem to billow up out of the muggy afternoons.
Is the word "éclat" used? Yes.
Has Klinkenborg been out-Klinkenborged? No -- this obviously is Verlyn Klinkenborg. You can't fool us, Klink!
The author wishes a happy Fourth of July to this blog's legions of fans.
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