As I sit here typing, looking out of our window on the garden, watching the blackbirds peck at our strawberries, and the hedge sparrows enthusiastically and greedily devour the June berries of the Amelanchier, I wonder, where is Summer?
As I sit here typing, looking out of our window on the garden, watching the blackbirds peck at our strawberries, and the hedge sparrows enthusiastically and greedily devour the June berries of the Amelanchier, I wonder, where is Summer?