I am in no way complaining. The mornings are cool and silver. The garden seems delighted in the relief from the dogged days of summer, relieved that they must not steel themselves for a grueling twelve or thirteen hours of searing heat. It is even easy to do the daily work. The afternoons are hot and dry and windless, perfect for an afternoon rest in a dark, cool room.
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