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Look, friends: a garden.
Remember last month (my, it’s been long) when I wrote of an impending move? Well, here we are, in a garden. It’s a good one: full of ferns and a cherry tree and an elegant green canopy of a concord grapes, unripe – and mint to stir juleps for us all an evening over. There’s just enough moss between the stones to make things right under bare feet. It’s so impossibly far from the city right inside her.
Tonight I drank tea in the grass and inhaled just-rained-on air. I brushed my hands over the mint like my Yia-Yia does to oregano, bringing it close to my nose on my fingertips.
There are bumblebees about, on account of the summer and the flowers.
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I have a pool of memories from our various walks through cities together where you reach down, run your fingertips over some kind of plant, bring your hand to you nose, and smile. For me, these little moments are wonderful, joyful memories.
I am so glad, so happy that you have a garden of your own where you can do this often, and where you can enjoy your tea and take in the world around you.
And what a beautiful garden it is. Thanks for sharing a glimpse of it, here.
You live in a garden now? Or is there a house attached?
it’s beautiful.
welcome back. i’ve missed you!
Oh. My. Goodness.
That garden? PERFECTION.
Sameer, Shanna: Thank you! Come visit.
Ben: That will stay a mystery.
Lan: No idea where an entire month went, but I’m glad to be back.
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