when gratitude wanes

This week it feels like the sun has shone without mercy, like the trees have been stingy with their shade.  Like the grass is too tall and her life was too short, like there are too many mosquitos and there will never be enough sleep.
Ours are, mostly, laments from a blessed and well-equipped life, and I am loath to admit we have any at all.  When I look past the late summer malaise I know we are lucky to be glum about so little.

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