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.
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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.
