So, what is the most magnificent thing about June?
A month from July. A month from the gates of Paradise opening again for the 143rd time.
Sigh. It has been nearly a year, hasn’t it?
And yet another year has gone by without me experiencing the beauty of Saratoga Springs, NY in seasons other than racing (i.e. summer). I am ashamed and disappointed with myself. But then again, in early fall I did start a new gig and have been wrapped up in it, all in and fully engaged, since then so I suppose that is one excuse.
Note I said excuse, not viable reason.
With two of the three legs of the 2011 Triple Crown in the books, the Met Mile having been run at Belmont (my unofficial start of summer) and the turning of the calendar to June I can begin to smell the crisp air of the foothills of the Adirondacks.
Seven weeks and three days from the start of the race meet and another visit, and yet I still find myself envious of all of you who call Saratoga you home.
I trust, as long as I am on this earth, I will continue to do so.