The window is painted green again, and the summer air is hot and blows full of dandelions and flower-drunk bees.
Garden scent of herbs is thrown in the sky like a cloud of happiness, drawing the sunshine and the snails to come and sit awhile.
Blue-black beetles leisure in the leaves as though it were a still-life of insect perfection, which it is, of course, you know.
And the ruler of green-glittering summer-air domain sits in the trees and floats on the wafting breeze of pollen, the June bug, the queen over all, and quite aware.
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