Summer is waning, its hot grip and restless nature are beginning its last act. It is cool this morning reminding all heaven and earth that harvest is coming, crops are ripening, trees and flowers and honey bees have had a good run. Most all the fawns and chicks are now weaned and God is checking His storehouses of snow. I love all seasons but summer the most but not for what you might think. I love summer because it is like the days before Christmas, it is a time of longing in sincere appreciation for and that—fall, winter, and spring are coming.
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