The flowers are beautiful right now–golden clumps of esperanza, stalks of red salvia flowers, pink buds of roses–how do I love thee, let me count the blooms. But the biggest joy in my greenspace this weekend are the signs of fall crops starting to live up...
The temperature was in the 80’s. Small, light clouds drifted across the sky. And tiny white flakes fell through the air. What? It looked like a micro-snowfall. That, I knew, was impossible. Am I seeing things? Hallucinating? Losing my fragile grip on...
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