Bucolic suburbia

[l_stboy]

It's 11am on a Saturday, the first really summer-feeling Saturday since the winter rains. The sun is getting high and the air is easily in the 80s already. J got home from work at 3am and Christian got back from the bars sometime later, so I'm sitting alone on the back porch in my Adirondack chair, feet up on the fire pit I converted from wood to

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[thewronghands]

Good to hear from you! I kind of envy you the orange tree; I pay a stupid amount for them at the grocery store. [grin]

[tyratae]

I don't think there's *any* excuse for glowering at anything at all in that story. Rather, praise the bougainvillea for being plucky and fierce even given suburban adversity, and lie down on the sugar-stained patio and dirty your jammie-bottoms and breathe in summer's preface like a plant yourself, until some sticky-chinned fella *brings* you coffee, that's how it ought to go