Briefly

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A foretaste of summer fills the air with buzzing insects and wilts the remaining camellia blossoms. The floral explosion is astonishing. Lily stalks are shooting up, the mulberry tree is already releasing puffs of pollen, and the azaleas are running riot. I wouldn't be surprised to find the night scented with jasmine long before June. I wonder if we will have any spring rains at all? Poor Sluggo is almost insane with the heat. I've made arrangements for his replacement just in time. No time for reading. Maybe later.