Harvest Picnic










Harvest Picnic. Aside from the tangle of fishing line, it was a fine, fine, day. But how could it not be as we had the sun, the shade, farmers markets, Feist and each other. We tapped our toes and spun around and let watermelon drip from our chins. The picnic signalled summer's end and now Autumn is only days away.  Already I feel it's presence in the cold of the morning and the way I linger in a hot shower long enough to rid the chill. I've pulled out my boots and this weekend I will dig into the storage box of woolens for a hat. I hope to find myself picking apples, eating cider donuts and sitting in front of a fire.  Oh summer you were fun, so much fun, but fall I love you too.