Sad but true, you know summer is over when it's time to pick blackberries.
It's a love/hate kind of thing.
I am pretty sure I could enjoy another month of summer if forced.
Maybe because we live in the land of perpetual spring and autumn - so we are a bit in love with our
warm weather.
Maybe.
Maybe we just really like going to bed at ten and getting up at nine and not having to dress with five layers.
Maybe.
Maybe we are dreading a soggy yard that we can't actually play in.
Maybe.
Maybe it's all of the above.
