While I hate to even think of summer coming to an end, these beautiful ripening apples on my apple trees are my joy to ease the ever-so-slight sting of the first notes of summertime’s swan song on this second day of August. This is hope defined. Just one of the hopes that I find at the start of the end for one season, before another yet begins–it is but the first. I do love fall…I’m just not ready. And, thankfully, I don’t have to be just yet. Summertime still has a few weeks left, usuall
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