July, she will fly

It's a chilly rainy day—one of the first we've had since spring. On my drive home from work tonight, I passed a maple tree that was half orange already. An early changer, but could it be that fall is so close when I haven't even posted my pictures from berry picking from July 4th weekend?

Every year right about this time of year I am reminded of that old Simon and Garfunkel song that I love so much April, Come She Will, a love song to fleeting Time. This year Time seems more fleeting than ever. But I am cherishing these days.

So, yes, we did go berry picking in July. We picked strawberries and I made jam. We picked blueberries, which I froze. We celebrated birthdays, spent time with family. We did our annual picnic & concert on the Green at Shelburne Museum. It was a full, wonderful month.