Driving back to Canaan from Oakland, Maryland, Lynn and I passed a Mennonite girl riding a four-wheeler. Her head covering sailed behind her full-face grin. And the wind blew through our clothes and windows like a vivid story. Summer's does not leave us wanting. Take us with you for a while, and write us when you're gone.
The boxes and bushels of Brandywine and Beefsteak tomatoes accompany their farmer-midwives. This is the first big week for the Butternut and Acorn squash. But I''m not ready for them yet.
So long, Summer.
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