Chilly and wet when you expect it to be getting nice, raining on holidays, and then horribly hot just when you get used to it being nice.
Tomatoes and strawberries. The smell of bbqs in the air. Flowers, wasps, and the stink of lawn mowing.
The memory of rain steaming off the sidewalks down south when I was a child, and long twilights playing hide-n-seek while the darkness grew about us unnoticed.
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Date: 2008-05-27 01:27 pm (UTC)Tomatoes and strawberries. The smell of bbqs in the air. Flowers, wasps, and the stink of lawn mowing.
The memory of rain steaming off the sidewalks down south when I was a child, and long twilights playing hide-n-seek while the darkness grew about us unnoticed.
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