Dahlias and my late grandmothers mountain house. They said she never went a day without her pantyhose, not even in the garden. I don’t think I wore shoes or even a bra the entire time I was down there. You could hear thousands of bees, smell the fire from the previous night, and see the hours of labor put into the gardens..now by her daughter. Hummingbirds fighting over the juice put out. The closest to magic we get every summer. I never knew how lucky we were until I was able to take my own kids. I’ll know I’ve made it when I have a house on a mountain by the ocean.