Garden Watching

Over labor day weekend D and I headed up to a friend’s family farm for some blueberry picking. After a couple hours in the sun, I sat back and admired the glory of the season. The sway of a sprinkler in the garden is almost like the hypnotizing pendulum swing of a clock, isn’t it? I could have stared at it forever, soaking up the sun and feeling the slight mist on my cheeks.

 

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