An even more perfect day, so beautiful it hurts. It will be a hot, proud Pride Parade today. But I can’t sit here wallowing in admiration for long – there’s watering to do. The garden is like a pet that won’t allow me to go away for more than a day. It needs me to be here, tending. And anyway, I need to be here eating raspberries. Every day, after supper, I go out and pick dessert.