Saskatoon Summer

It almost felt like it could snow this morning. The trees are nearly bare of their autumn colors, our breath hangs in the crisp morning air, warm socks and sweaters are brought out and the kettle gets constant use. It's the changing between seasons. And each day we have that is still autumn I want to soak up for all that it's worth. To add to the treasure trove of memories when winter seems too long. 

I found these pictures from our summer, taken one perfect summer evening when we picked saskatoons from our neighbor's hedge (yes, of course, we had permission). It was lovely and warm and the sun was just right and we were glad to be alive to experience it all. 

The berries are all squirreled away in our freezer awaiting to be made into compotes and pies. When we need tangible memories of summer, when the saskatoon bushes are just empty branches stark against the sky. 

Each season has its beauty, its grace, its moments to be lived deeply. Even the intense moments don't last forever. And oh, I am learning this in every area of my life.