We’re seriously cottagecore, y’all
Poor old Uncle B. All Winter long, he carries bags of logs and buckets of coal into the house, then buckets of ash out. All Summer long, it’s endless watering of pots and flower beds. And some years – like this year – the two seasons overlap.
They’re claiming this is the seventh hottest May on record. How they’re standing up that lie, I do not know. We’ve only not had a fire at night maybe twice since September.
Some day, I suspect, he will haunt this place – a weary shade carrying heavy stuff around and around the grounds.
June 5, 2023 — 7:48 pm
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