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Time flies

Time flies. Seasons overlap. Years vanish on the wind, like smoke from an untended fire. A year ago, as summer began, I started to write one last novel. The more things change...


Trumpet vine (Campsis radicans) is about to bloom down by the garden gate. That will bring humming birds and the gardener will be spending time watching them to and fro when he should be weeding and watering.