So there comes that time when the dog days of August begin to whisper quiet hints of fall, and it’s then that I begin to question whether I got to the bottom of the ice cream cone that is summer in this country we live in. Did I lick the very last, hard to reach drop of the sweet treat of a Canadian summer. I’ve been fortunate to spend some time on a British Columbia lake – did I tread bare foot often enough down the wooded path? Did I swim at every delicious opportunity? Were enough fresh peaches consumed, and raspberries covered with cream? And even when tired from early sunrises did I push off in the kayak at sunset? Did I fill enough buckets with pebbles for my granddaughters to toss into the lapping waters? Did I snip fresh garden blooms to decorate the table – and simply put – did I stop to smell them? Ah, the fleeting season we cherish.
3 thoughts on “Dog Days of Summer Whispering …Fall”
Hmmm….just had some raspberries…after some nicely fried patty pan squash…and wearing slippers to take the chill off my footsies! I hear you sista!
Yeah, no kidding hey. We’re making evening coffee with Bailey’s and a fire.
That sounds perfect. I’m in.
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