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.
