watermelon rind


Independence Day, and an appropriate dessert. We cooked out again, but it began to rain, so we ate on the porch and talked about things we can imagine doing with the yard. By the end of dinner, we had a second terrace, twinkling lights, an arbor, a swing hanging from the arbor, and that was just the beginning... Kublai Khan would have been proud.



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