So very many gifts in June, among them hanging baskets filled with treasured things from my greenhouse
Geranium "Frank Headley" left, "Maverick Hot Pink," rightThere's the sound of running water in the pond out back
my crazy tea rose, "Rio Samba," a color-changer that goes from yellow to red over the life of the flower
the impossible bounty of the flower beds, that spills over
into container after container, all of the elevated ones filled with the things rabbits like. We are big on pedestals here.
Come evening, there may be thunderheads and storm light
and scared little boys to cuddle and comfort.
And there is always a dribble of dog.
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