Summer's heat has mellowed, but the gardens are still verdant. Bees are still buzzing in the last of the rose vine curved over my kitchen window. Jean-Jacques, my neighbor, noisily harvests tomatoes in his pail as his cane whacks it with each step. "Mince, alors," he shouts. Tomatoes tumble from his pail, rolling through his garden.
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