Something about the pungent fresh-cut grass – the play of sunlight on the porch here, and the rumbling highway at the bottom of my ridge leading to the east and south and, eventually, down to the seaside. The life teems through the yard into the shade of the copse along the stone wall – with chipmunks tunneling through the yard, the buzzing insects, the bright bluejay in the branches and the mother and her fawn munching on everything beautiful my wife has planted. This has become my new “celebrated summer.”


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