As a child, your dad built you and your brother a little shack of a clubhouse next to the pond on his property. You went under the pear tree, long neglected and surrounded by fermenting fruit. You crossed the open place that during some summers was a meadow, some a full-blown vegetable garden. At the other end, the edge of the woods, and the spring-fed icy pond. Who knows what filled that child’s lonely mind and time, sitting on the rocks by the pond, on the roof of the clubhouse. Long slow summers tumbled by one after another. Adult summers are neither long nor slow, with children, work, spouse, community, self. In that order. But occasionally you ferret away time. Forage for supplies. Summon animal strength. And in that overlooked corner you have slowly built your own hidden oasis.
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