Early July brings on the Saskatoon berries.  Each cluster on the tall, sparse shrubs is a mixture of deep-purple black and carmine pink fruits.  Down along Petersen Creek, the Saskatoon shrubs are heavy with ripe fruit and early in the morning , a woman stands alone in the fresh sunlight, pulling fruit.  At the end of the walk, I break off a small branch to sketch.  The next day, the summer heat descends upon this cut-valley landscape with a vengeance.  Summer solstice come and gone, I linger on the rich texture of the saskatoon, cognizant of the diminishing possibilities.