The elephant ears are ready to listen, unrolling more each day to bird’s insistent call. The grapes promise they will come once the rain is dried off in summer’s slow warmth. Again my garden grows. Poppies give way to day lilies and then a profusion of blossoms less exclusive. Busy insects mark off the seconds …
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