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  • Summer tells me to get out my bike, my canoe, or better yet, my hammock.
  • Winter whispers other things. Get the wood, get the harvest, get going.
  • I'll please them both.

    Hang out with the bees, harmonize with the birds as I pick fat raspberries and currants in the orchard, take my time in the sun, ripen.

    Then head into the kitchen
    look busy
    capture this dream of summer
    let it macerate through fall
    until December when I'll pull it from the dark cool shelf
    uncork elixirs
    to melt any icy heart.
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