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We’re having our fake-out summer here in our little valley. Every April it comes – a week or so with sunshine and temperatures in the 80s.
Since we’ve had an abundance of rain, the hillsides are still an emerald green, while purple lupins and bright orange poppies are starting to peek out everywhere.
Last night I was able to sit outside with friends and have dinner dressed in just a light T-shirt, cotton cargos and sandals. Since we have few street lights in our rural valley, the night sky is magnificent. It seemed like you could reach up and touch the Milky Way.
And the silence… A horse whinnying in the distance, the last cry of a hawk before it ends its hunting for the day -- If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the whole world was at peace.
We always forget it won’t last. That just as we’re rifling through our winter duds to get to the shorts and tanks tops, the wind will once again kick up, the fog will roll in and we’ll have to pack them away again until July.
But still, the brief respite from the harsh winter will have been sweet and I’m reminded that amidst all the turmoil that I so often write about, some days you just have to step back and feel good about being alive.
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