And finally, summer.


It is June. The garden is alive with all sorts of previously undiscovered delights, as if tending to one small vegetable patch has somehow effected the entire system; it blossoms all over at the care. The seed bombs leave patches of windflowers and long grasses shelter butterflies and bright cinnabar moths, and a large dragonfly is found drowning in the bucket pond.

The violets, my small springtime friends that cover the lawns, are done and gone, as too are the lily of the valley that has become scorched and withered on the stalks by a few days surprising heat.

Depression recedes. I recover after a long bout of continual illnesses. Here's a photograph a pumpkin to illustrate what my tonsils have been looking like recently:


So, after that recap we'll resume regular blog posts.



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