Summer continues, and half of it is already gone.
Summer continues. Half of it is already gone. Summer has crossed the equator. I try to be at the countryside every weekend. It seemed like I'd already settled in. A house, a table, a computer. Tea. A garden. But there's so much to do that it's like a new universe every year. Everything happens differently. Last year, I planted my own garden for the first time. And this year, I've expanded it. And I've added variety to the plants.