August of the bright flowers and golden wheat-straw drying in the sun and filling the night air with unspeakable sweetness.
With her early apples that nudge us into the frenzied dance of preparation that is the bounty of fall.
18 quarts of apple sauce (my mother helped), and Ana made her first pie.
Asher laid out a new nature table scene as a welcome for these bright, warm days.
Crickets are calling through open windows. Tomorrow, cousins and Auntie and Uncle are coming to stay for a long weekend. These last weeks of summer are treasure indeed.
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