July brings extra blankets - stifling heat. Slow motion days with heavy air and ripe gooseberries. The blackbird feasts on redcurrants, golden beak devouring the shiny red jewels. He clears the bush in days, he can have them this year with my blessing, there is plenty for us all.
"I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs. "- Joseph Addison
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