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As I was closing the garage door the other day and seeing signs of fall coming - in the air, in the trees, the squirrels are certainly busy tucking away their winter supplies - I was reminded of summers past.
My mom liked to sit out on her patio and when I was visiting, I was out with her as well. We would have lunch, drink some of her homemade lemonade, look at the garden and what was growing - tomatoes possibly or less possibly strawberries, reading a book, doing a crossword puzzle from the daily newspaper.
It was a quiet place to be and now that place and time is gone from my life and I miss it.
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