A crazy wind kicked up yesterday and they say tonight will be the first frost of the season.
Oh Alaska where did summer go? I still have faith in your green slopes and hot pink fireweed blooms.
I may have a wood stove going and there might be scatters of lavender light across rivers, but know in glass jars lining wooden shelves there is evidence of your sun ripened skin. . .
. . . strawberry, rhubarb, blueberry, cherry . . .