It’s clearly summer at Memorial house.
The clover is making a remarkable comeback after the last baling…
The corn is over my head…
And the hybiscus bushes are in bloom…
To say nothing of my vegetable garden.
These are particular beauties of the country that– for all I poke fun at the lack of disposals and curb-side trash pick-up– I really don’t want to live without. MysteryMan has definitely ruined me for city life.
