It is 85 degrees, anyway.

[hobozeller]

Summer today. Walking off my grandmother's front porch, sweet, but wholly imaginary honeysuckle is heavy in the air. First of all, it's mid-November. And second of all, I don't think there's a honeysuckle plant for .5 mile in any direction from her house. I've checked

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[full_bloom]

Don't ask me. I am the land of kitsch.