The days on the calendar are passing by. Darkness lingers in the morning and arrives earlier at the end of each day.
The orchards are laden heavy with fruit. The pumpkins have swelled large from all the continuous rain and will begin to ripen, adopting their harvest hues.
Mother Nature will soon bring forth her paintbrush and express a change of palette. The birdsong will take on a different tune. The last of the geese shall have hatched and begun feasting for the fall migration.
We are half-way through this season we call summer and every day it yields subtle changes as it prepares for the next one that follows.
It is a perfect time to reflect on all that we are thankful for.
I will be away for a fortnight and upon my return revealing more reminiscence.