The last days of summer. Your favorite soft worn jeans, bare feet, windows down while chasing that county line one more time. The air is an intoxicating mix of rose petals, violets, hints of gardenia and the fine mist of a gritty dirt road. A shy smile evolves as the song on the radio beckons memories of succulent farmers market strawberries, freshly baked pain au chocolat and hand picked cherries.
