The sound of locusts, the lulling bedtime of summer ending. I have been thinking in desert mode these past few weeks. We've had our fair share of rain, but there is something sweet and haunting about one season laying down for another. Leaves are falling in the streets, the children have gone back to school and I'm in a southwest space. The quietness of summer has allowed me to dig and plant with dirt under my "why-do-I-EVER-get-a-manicure" nails. In my love for arranging flowers, planting arrangements has been a fun diversion.
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