Oh to be here.
The sun shining like mad. An afternoon to sit on the balcony with its pots of flowers in every color, especially orange. A blessing. The library down the hall with its vast balcony and junior balconies running to the end, all tended by the garden boy with his veritable fleet of watering cans.
Please see the link to read the rest which is over on my Substack and free to see. It’s around 410 words counting the credits for the image.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-summer-of-1962-and
