The Ripening of Summer
Sweet, crisp, and melancholy.
We’re coming upon my favorite time of year. A time of nostalgia, of endings, of reflection. The scents carried on the breezes are sweeter, sadder. Mornings and evenings grow crisp and cool.
It’s been a wet summer, hasn’t it? The grapevine and kudzu have run rampant, tendrils and vines, slinking and slithering across power lines and spreading like a mois…