These continued days of 100-degree temperatures and high humidity find me dreaming of an escape. “How can I miss you if you never go away?” is my summer mantra.
This home, this garden, this life. I must go away and soon. To a place where cool breezes stroke my brow, where views are easy, where food is memorable, and where music is restorative. A place away from all responsibility. A place to unplug. A place to laugh…hard.
As it turns out, that place is in my own backyard.
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