Summer: Postscript

The Canadian weather gods heard my whining, and they tossed me a little summer.  It's a touch humid, which I find glorious, and it's even warm enough that I made iced tea and cucumber water and turned on fans.  As icing on the cake, we even had thunderstorms at night.  I need to find a way to express my gratitude so it doesn't suddenly start snowing tomorrow.

Maybe I should sew a maple leaf on my bag?  That would explain a lot about other Canadians I see out and about.