Early summer heat

The early summer heat unravels me. I try to tend the garden, but by late morning the hydrangeas look dead. Only the cooler evening air will revive them. For good measure I am going to water them longer tonight.I hope for rain, but there are no clouds. The midday heat hangs heavy over the garden, the house sits quietly.There are no sounds.It's the year of the chipmunks, I watch them play among the

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