School is starting. Sunshine is fading. Summer is slipping away.
I know better than to ask summer to stay awhile longer. I have lived without seasons. But it does make me look back at the moments I will remember the most. Last summer it was an evening walk every night after dinner, Parker riding his bike beside us, and a growing belly. This summer it was picking fruit.
There is something special and organic about picking the food you eat. Or perhaps even more, teaching your children about the food they eat. It was a place and time to be with grandparents, to explore the country, to eat well.
