Friday, June 21, 2019
solstice
the blessing.
Truth be told, there's a gang of them. Teenagers fighting over me, as I am considered 'territory'. She on Whom We Perch.
I got to spend the midday seining tree crap from the storm out of the pool. Walking in endless circles to round up the bottom crud for netting. Then marching the perimeter, scrub brush in hand, annihilating cities of algae. Now I need a nap.
But this is how the summer goes. It was pouring. No thunder or lightning. Only the grownups noticed as we huddled under the shelter.
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"Tra La-la-la" Charlie
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