I planted the onions today. A bulb’s worth of garlic. The cauliflower starts, nearly four months old, but mere wisps of expectation, went in.
The sprinkler rained around the newest plum, July. From fifty feet afar it made the air feel cooler.
The sun beat back the shadows and the mist drops upon the earth rose again to reach the sky.
Retreating indoors, I, myself,set the temperature to rise…