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a not quite summers day
I hate Australian summers
and it's not even summer yet
my rental doesn't have air con
and every year I feel like I'll die
when the temperature creeps up
and the humidity rises
This morning I took my son outside
to play with the hose and water the garden
he ignored the paddling pool
to make a mud puddle
in a spot the grass no longer grows
and tore flowers from the garden bed
to "plant" in the mud
And though the heat makes me grumpy
mud puddles with my son
and watching the dog try and eat
the water spray from the hose
makes me smile
small moments of joy
in what will be an oppressive day
I wish all summer days
were this easy
and it's not even summer yet
my rental doesn't have air con
and every year I feel like I'll die
when the temperature creeps up
and the humidity rises
This morning I took my son outside
to play with the hose and water the garden
he ignored the paddling pool
to make a mud puddle
in a spot the grass no longer grows
and tore flowers from the garden bed
to "plant" in the mud
And though the heat makes me grumpy
mud puddles with my son
and watching the dog try and eat
the water spray from the hose
makes me smile
small moments of joy
in what will be an oppressive day
I wish all summer days
were this easy
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