Summer teases us in 2-3 day increments. That's when the false sense of "Ahhhh, languor." flows through my warm, sun-soaking self. I sip my cucumber-infused vodka martini. I laze in our Garden of Tranquility and relax into meditative stillness. The sounds of birds, water flowing over rock, and soft chimes blend to a soothing background.
Soon, I tell myself, the roses will thrive and open new unbeaten blossoms. That was before. Yesterday I pulled my raincoat out of the closet again, found a sweater, and today I might bake and warm the house up.
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