Raindrops on the nasturtium, which is finally doing well. (Is that plant's name really spelled that way? That makes no sense to me.) Sukkot shows up in the neighborhood just as fall creeps in. I'm always a little jealous of this holiday that causes families to squeeze the last drops out of summer. This year, the structures also prompt me to think: this is the last time I'll be here to see them.
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