Fencerow birdhouse

Birdhouse fencerow field

In my head (a naïve place, apparently), it’s early summer, like July. Outdoors, I see hints of autumn, leaves well past mid-summer in their growth-fading progression, plus the species that are blooming and fruiting (drupe-ing, too!) indicate that summer has crested, and the slide into fall has begun.

One comment

  1. Mary Jo says:

    Say it ain’t so Sammy! I’m not ready for Summer to leave!