Summary
In the evenings, shadows don't cross the yard until later, but the smell of freshly mown grass does. The cats crouch in the long grass, from time to time pouncing on each other or some ill-fated creature smaller than they. They roll in the driveway's gravel and dust and purr wildly when we rub their offered bellies.
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Summer is suddenly here. There was no graceful transition, no gradual climb in temperature....
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