On a whim, I bought fresh peaches from the upscale produce store this week. They were not local in May, and I didn't expect much, but the sight of them in the nearly continual rain made me long for summer. They smelled of roses. I took the risk and reaped the reward. They were sweet and topped my breakfast cereal making me look forward to the day.Longing for summer in the cold rain brings on nasty colds and thoughts of August produce, especially tomatoes. Those fat globes of sunshine, [...]
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