As I walk down to check on the blackberries at our nearby ice cream stand,
I realize how
silly I am to think that there may still be some.
It is nearly mid September.
Where do the days go?
Next summer, I must make time to pick blackberries.
I remind myself that it is apple picking season now.
Our apples are few this year on our own trees.
On a walk down our gravel road, a neighbor comes out and lets us know we can
pick all the apples on their tree - their tree heavy with sweet red goodness.