“As summer slowly makes her way down the thin and dusty trail covered with dry grasses, crickets, and stickers, she takes her time. The hem of her gown once filled with hummingbirds and bumble bees now collects thistles and burrs. The green clover under her feet, now dry and brittle, doesn't bemoan her leaving, it brushes against her and says, 'thank you for this beautiful season’.”
- Kate Colby Nelson
