Yesterday, I pulled on a long sleeved shirt and put a little t-shirt on Murphy before we went out. The hottest days of summer are behind us. We’re into a cooling trend (it was 10C / 50F when I got up this morning) and we enjoyed a smattering of rain the other day (please, oh please, send more).
Late yesterday afternoon, the skies cleared and we took a breath (literally) of relief. Clear skies. It’s been so long. After a number of very tense days, there was optimism on the forest fire scene. Rather than new evacuation orders, there were reports of alerts being rescinded. British Columbia is a long way from being out of the woods (pun unintended) on the forest fire front, but the slight respite yesterday was a welcome relief.
Still, I’m ready to call it. Buh bye summer. You were no friend of mine this year.
I’m ready for crisp and colourful falling leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, flannel sheets, warm apple pie, fall mums, rain, rain, and more rain.
I’m ready to say goodbye to never ending cucumbers on the vine, Swiss chard (that, again, I planted too much of), tomatoes (hurry up and ripen so I can roast you), the second crop of beans, beets (okay, I’m not ready to say goodbye to beets), and lettuce and radishes for salad that I don’t really want anymore.
I’m ready to put away flower pots fat with petunias that I never deadheaded because it was too smoky to spend that much time outside; to sweep ash and charred pine needles from the deck I barely spent time on; and to put away cushions for lawn furniture we didn’t use.
It’s time to move on. Bring on fall.