By Mary Friedel-Hunt
A friend emailed me today and talked about how the kids in her area are starting back to school. I read the note twice because it seemed impossible to me that the summer was that close to its end. As I walked Bentley today, I noticed one of the trees I pass daily on our walks was shedding leaves. And as our watercolor group gathered at the state park to do plein-air painting, we all commented on the smell of autumn that is already in the air.
Another summer of my life comes to an end. I laughed today as I drove into the state park to meet my watercolor group. My sticker had expired so I stopped at the gate to buy a new one and asked for the senior rate. The woman said I had to be 65 to get that rate. I smiled and