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- I left and it was still maybe late spring, green, wet. I come back and it is undeniably summer - the lawn is crunchy. My sweet Williams are bright pink, tall and shocking - my garden beds are a mess but they can't help looking beautiful and exquisite right now. The lupins are nearly done and I will cut them down and they will bloom again. I will have strawberries in a week, and I will have morning glories. I have wild roses and poppies and marigolds and chives. My hops this year didn't fall over and are shading my back room like they ought. That's plants. I did fly away for the weekend and I can't help but think airports are about the most exciting thing ever. I love mass transit - I rode on a tram, the announcing voice was British. Tomorrow I have to go back to work and I don't even remember my name. I totally want to quit. I need to go move my hose.
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