The sun-set and the moon-rose over Stonebrook Manor last night after Italian.  With friends.  Cool, lush grass (who can resist kicking off shoes near a rolling deep-sea of grass?). Streams and fountains, water-song.  Soft “summer breeze,” a racoon family ambling by, and ambrosial conversation.

It is summer.

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