Notes from the Yard
The yard isn’t exactly bustling, in this heat, but there are signs of life. Each day, more and more cicadas molt on the fence. The young praying mantises have spread out into the iris beds. And I’m...
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With swirling breezes and temperatures in the seventies, today might have been mistaken for spring. The pear tree shrugged off its cloak of leaves and stood all day, bare-limbed, in a pool of gold and...
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