How I Spent My Summer
Not Just Yet Autumn
The leaves have changed color and are falling. The forecast is also falling—below 0 Celsius, which is slowly breaking my sunshine heart.
It seems the transition into fall is a little tougher for me than it was last year or maybe that's just how I remember it.
With all this cool autumn in the air I've been thinking about my summer.
A Childhood Memory
One of my memories of the fall was elementary school. The teacher would give us the very uninteresting assignment of writing a paragraph or two about how we spent our summer.
Now that I think of it, it wasn't the assignment that was uninteresting it was my summer.
Let's face it, my parents were in charge of the fun and they worked a lot so there wasn't a lot of adventure seeking.
Now that I'm a grown up I'm in charge of the fun, I make sure I have lots of it. Life is short. It should be enjoyed. A long checklist of good times was ticked off as the long hot summer days drifted from one to the next.
Yes, I'm a writer. Yes, I'm a storyteller. But this time I'm going to stand squarely behind the statement that "a picture is worth a thousand words" and show you folks, in pictures, what my summer looked like as concisely as possible.
Happy birthday Canada.
Dave and I read Along Comes a Wolfe at Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan.
I went to Lake Diefenbaker for some boating and exploring.
Gorgeous fields around here.
I got to check this cool landmark off my bucket list: The Diefenbaker Sandcastle.
Then I went to Greece.
Dave and I did some reading at Victoria Park in Regina.
I went houseboating with a group of great ladies.
Then there was a detour to Love Saskatchewan and Waskesiu.
And finally I explored the Alberta side of Cypress Hills.
And my own back yard.
Good bye summer...
...and hello autumn. I guess it's time.