Hot bakery ovens traded for a hot honey latte, which feels right even with summer pressing in at the edges. Last night's storm left everything washed clean by this morning's light. The garden feels alive after the rain. we have had a lot of rain. Roses blooming wide and the butternut squash seedlings are reaching up. I picked 5 blackberries on my way back inside and ate them standing in the wet grass while the chickens were close by and our one chicken we call Blackberry, well she is a smart girl and so she made the case for a fence last year. I threw her one that looked not quite right for me but perfect for her. So much of this season feels fragile in the loveliest way. Fleeting. Temporary. Here for only a moment before the calendar turns again. June is knocking at the door.
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