Almost the
longest day of the year without ever getting light out: a good season for
bare-root fruit trees, or sleeping. The hay grasses, prepared to flower, droop
to the ground. The scent of multiflora hangs invisible on the trail;
sweetbriars that went over the fence a century ago hang illustration-like from
old apple trees.
Corgi snuffling.
Rabbit shot from
grass cannon.
Too wet to give
chase.
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