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It's summer.
Tonight while I was out walking, I heard a few annual cicadas. It's such a familiar sound of late summer, I feel like summer is really started now.
Later, I snapped some green* beans my mom sent back with me from the farm. I realized if I stuck my face into the little bowl of snapped-off ends and breathed deep of the fresh, planty smell, I was 13 again, snapping buckets of beans in the middle of a long, bright, lazy afternoon, no school, lots of garden chores, and old movies on the VCR.
(*They're actually a variety that's a beautiful purple on the outside and green inside, and when they're cooked they turn green just like any other pole bean.)
Later, I snapped some green* beans my mom sent back with me from the farm. I realized if I stuck my face into the little bowl of snapped-off ends and breathed deep of the fresh, planty smell, I was 13 again, snapping buckets of beans in the middle of a long, bright, lazy afternoon, no school, lots of garden chores, and old movies on the VCR.
(*They're actually a variety that's a beautiful purple on the outside and green inside, and when they're cooked they turn green just like any other pole bean.)