Turn, turn, turn
It seems this is the time of year that the seasons overlap a bit. Summer is slipping away, dimming the lights a little earlier each evening. But still. We made it to another baseball game, a much belated Father's Day outing for my dad. The air was crisp for a summer evening, and I was glad I had a sweater. A blanket would have been nice, and it's the first week of September!
Meanwhile, Big had gone to Clemson for the weekend, staying with friends and visiting his girl.
To everything there is a season.