The Summer
The Summer so hot and sweaty makes me too thirsty and fussy!
The trees gave me shade so cool, fruits so sweet and flowers so colourful and pretty.
I stopped being fussy, planted more plants, offering more love around making the summer so cool.
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We "stop being fussy " when we do things that we love to do. I love gardening and farming of vegetables. When I am engaged that way, my days are short and happy… and I fight less with my wife.