It was very kind of July to show up in September.
A month after my own heart, really, showing up well after it’s original ETA. Better late than never, I suppose, and much better than January making an obscenely early appearance. Poor Calgary.
Still, it was just two weeks ago that people were bidding adieu to the hot season, assuming it dead and gone simply because it was Labour Day. Meanwhile, my calendar begged to differ. There were still three whole weeks left of my absolute favourite season, and fortunately, the forecast backed it up. In fact, if I were a betting woman, I’d put my money on Sept. 5, with its 41°C temperature and trusty sidekick, Oppressive Humidity, being the hottest day of the year.
So take that all you Debbie Downers so quick to dismiss summer and count your fall pumpkins before they ripen, even if today, as I write, I am wearing long sleeves and pants, socks and a scarf. —Continue reading—