Tomorrow will be fall. I can't recall much of my summer. Most of it was spent laying on our magic carpet entranced by the continuous motion of the celling fan. My first love has finally taken an interest in The Joe Man. They lock eyes from across the room and squeals of delight fill the air. After an early morning and a few stops in town the weather was to nice not to stroll in the yard. Shortly I will long for the warm breezes the ones that cary me to a personal euphoria, where the hammock and my head meet the smell of fresh cut grass and sunshine. The beans are ready for harvest, dried, crunchy and beautiful...
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