Harvest...

It is only August and it feels like the height of summer... but here in Maine summer is actually on the wane. It is the beginning of harvest season. They are haying all around me, perfuming the air with the indescribable scent of summer packed into bales. The apples on my tree are ripe and dropping. I am beginning to pick Delicata squash from my garden (delicious!) and the grass in the meadow is starting to brown. I am loathe to see summer end... it has been wonder-filled.