The air is so cool and gentle now. I can barely remember the heat.
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The feral sunflower in the front garden bed has finally bloomed, a huge mop of flowers turning their faces to the last of the summer sun.
The scarlet honeysuckle berries are ripening, like bright beads of blood, and the angle of the sun is lower.
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June 2019
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