The almond/apricot scent of sweet olive hangs heavy in the autumn air. My grandson played with the water sprinkler one afternoon, and the grateful shrub, thirsty in our current drought, gulped it up and thanked us in flowers.
When I turned on the porch light to check the outdoors before going to bed, I was thrilled to see them like snow flakes on the tree.
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