It was in the summer that one really lived. Then all the little overcrowded houses were opened wide, and the wind blew through then with sweet, earthy smells of garden planting.
-Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark
...and we have enjoyed it. When teen kitten came home from school the other day, I was up on a ladder. I was starting to get a little carried away and she thought that was a little crazy and pretty darn funny. Then she got to sewing new pillows for the patio. She cut up old table-clothes and did patch-work covers. Then I got this idea about a Turkish Palace Patio sort-of thing.
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