The garden plants are beginning to take on that sense of rested, effulgence and inner repose, as if holding their collective breath in the growing heat. The French doors are opened to the still summer air from early morning, the cat moves slowly between the heavy stalks of hanging flowers, gold legged bees accompanying the framed hunter as it follows it…
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