We are suspended in a bubble of summer that does not know how to end. The echinacea petals are faded and ragged, the artichokes are dry brown pincushions full of spiderwebs, and the sunflowers are listing, slowly pulled over by their heavy heads. The air is dry. The sun beats down and we can see smoke from the forests burning south of us. The rhythm of the world has gone off. It takes all of our creativity and self-discipline to make small quiet spaces in the midst of this, to find rest and restoration, so that we can continue our work and our living. But we do.
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