At least, the weather is telling me so if not the calendar. It was too cold to swim last weekend, and so, sadly, it's time to put away the boats and BBQ and deck chairs to be replaced by crockpots and down-filled coats and toques. Summer in this part of Canada never ends gently, but with a smack upside the head. One minute you're swimming, the next you're getting up in the morning and feeling a real chill in the air and you know, you just know in your bones, it's all over but the shouting for another year.
I sometimes feel envious of those who live in warmer climes like California, but then I see something like this and I'm content to live here in the Great White North.