It’s going to rain today. Summer rain. Enough to water the garden, except for the pots. There are never enough focused drops to enter between the leaves and soak the potted soil. When I water before a summer storm, it feels silly but necessary. Oh, Summer rains of Gascony!
I just drove home from Provence- sunny, hot, arid, olive tree, and grape vine gro…
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