For all of us who are dreaming of the turning of the seasons, digging in the earth, flowers blooming in the garden rather than on a window sill . . . here's a bit of summer.
I've conveniently left out the weeds, the sweat, the gnats . . .
But I wish I could include the magnolia's intoxicating fragrance, the sound of tree frogs in the night, the smell of new-mown grass . . .
The comments on yesterday's post made me see that there are some more folks out there, itching to get at the garden.
Is it human nature always to be yearning a little ahead?
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