At this time of year, not so long ago, I would have been up to my knees in dirt, in my garden that overlooked the sea.
I would have been harvesting tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, bell peppers, herbs and berries.
I would have been listening to the June bugs and bumble bees humming in the fig tree, and the sharp chirps of new born sparrows in the orange tree.
I would have been smiling at the clever old squirrel stealing guavas, and at the mockingbirds having a pool party in the birdbath.
I would have been watching the butterflies flit and fly between the roses and Mexican sage, and the hummingbirds dance like fairies in the lavender.
I would have been listening to the wind chimes tinkle and the palm trees rustle in the late afternoon breeze.
Yes, at this time of year, not so long ago, I would have been walking through my garden at night, sharing secrets with the moon and breathing in the intoxicating scent of night jasmine and orange blossoms.
These sweet summer memories I will keep with me forever, harvested from my mind and locked away in the root cellar of my heart.
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