It was the Blue Hour. The evening sky was slipping into a gorgeous turquoise-indigo. A solitary brilliant planet was sparkling after a sultry summer day. My five-year-old grandchildren were snuggling close to me after a productive day of “gardening,” that is to say, running the hose, digging mushy holes in the resulting mud, and sticking bean seeds
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