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  • They were calling for snow yesterday. And for a brief moment, I believe it did snow, before the snow turned to sleet, and the sleet turned to rain.

    I worried about all the blossoms. It's been so hot this month - unseasonably so - that all the trees are in bloom. This is a picture of my mother's forsythia, taken a couple of weeks ago.

    I worried most about the fruit trees. I'm selfish, you see. I love fruit. I remember a few years ago, my favorite peach farmer at the market lost his whole crop that year, when a late frost damaged all the peach blossoms. He had no peaches at all to sell me, then.

    I really want some of his peaches, this August...
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