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May
It rained last night. The whole garden is fresh and
new. I can smell the gardenias and the lilacs. Eighty
times I’ve watched spring arrive in the garden, and
it’s always perfect.
Ike throws a stick and says, “Oliver, fetch!” But we
just laugh because we both know I’m not chasing a
silly stick. We do this every day.
