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I love summer. The smell of tomato plants, waking up to daylight and going to bed with the sky not quite deepest black, moving from inside to outside without bundling up or shrinking against the cold. My shoulders can finally collapse away from

“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” ~ Jane Austen, Emma The sanctuary we felt in our childhood homes. The adventure of visiting historic house museums on summer vacations. The thrill of going to bed and waking up in ancient