We left summery August Vancouver for a week on the prairies, where blazing heat and lashing storms alternated, thunder often in the distance.
Here are two photos of a small barn illustrating the heat blazing and the storm lashing.
We came home to driving rain and an August night so chilly we turned on the furnace. The sun’s come back, but right now, as September shuffles in, we’re going around a corner and you can’t not feel it. The light, especially in the earlier-and-earlier evenings, has turned; the smells have turned; the wind has turned. The leaves? No, they haven’t yet, but they’re getting ready to; with all the other changes my eye’s startled every time it looks up and sees green, green, green.