Oh Summer. It looks like the time has come for you and I to part ways. It's always such sweet sorrow when we have to say goodbye; you stay away much too long. I'm sorry we never had that much time together; me busy working too many weekends, so busy I never got the chance to dip my toes in a lake or go on a picnic or drive down dusty country roads. It wasn't all bad though - remember those glorious, early summer days in Ontario, when we got lost in Detroit and I ate at Lynn Crawford's restaurant? Yeah, that was fun, and who can forget the trip my handsome man and I took to Moose Jaw? Yes Summer, you were fleeting, but you were savoured. Every bit.
And now a few of my late summer pics taken on Instagram...
Mountain Ash, heavy with berries.
Farmer's Market beets.
From my plum tree.
Oh the attitude!
Orange cat on garden path.
Flax pancakes with caramelized apples
Peaches & Cream
Monday afternoon at the movies - with melted honey, butter,
chipotle powder on popcorn. The best!
Sitting on the riverside, watching Labour Day fireworks with my handsome man.
Hand in hand, we wished, and they came true.