The rain came and went and the cicadas were so loud it felt like they might actually be inside our heads. We ate sun-hot cherry tomatoes by the mouthful, standing at the vine. When I was a kid I used to study and study the seed catalogues and choose as much by name as anything. Blood Gulch, Valhalla, Summer Cider, Fireworks, Eva's Purple Ball, Radiator Charlie's Mortgage Lifter....
A house where the outside is a part of the inside is a good kind of house to be in.
Some people came to visit. We made a lot of kale slaw. We shucked a lot of corn. We ate and ate and ate.
And mostly, we were here.
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