Feeling the tug of home under the lure of distant parts. The alternate desire to dig in, stay still, read Henry James novels in the shade of the California oaks, revise my own novel, make salads with sliced nectarines and soft-hued pluots, throw a small dinner party on the patio with candles, faded Provence linens, and Spanish sangria, enjoy my pert red Turkish watering can and the grace of the berries ripening behind it.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Red Watering Can
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