When the summer sun shines brightly and the humidity drenches like a gentle rain from heaven, when the air smells like unseen snakes, and the petals of flowers glisten like colorful jewels, it is at that time that I hear the call of my garden, and I am powerless to resist.
"June bring tulips, lilies, roses.
Fills the children's hands with posies." .... Sarah Coleridge
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