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Sometimes I plug my home address into our GPS and sit in the backyard, staring at the screen and visualizing my place in the world.
There was a time when summer was a favorite season. No more. There was a time when splashing water on the hot concrete around a pool, then lying down and letting the sun warm your back was great. The wrinkles in shriveled, water-logged fingers would slowly disappear, which meant it was time to dive in again.
Just when some gardeners were starting to taste the fruits of this summer's robust, healthy tomato plants, all their gazpacho dreams were splattered Wednesday night by a hailstorm-out-of- nowhere.