It's been the story of my summer. I get up on a day off. It looks like a beautiful day. Even Pig Town looks pretty.
I spend the next two hours trying to decide what to do. Should I go biking, or sailing, try to organize a soccer game, or have a beach BBQ?
Or should I make a real effort to improve my kayaking skills?
Because Sébastien says you can't be a real Canadian until you can fight on skates, make love in a canoe, or paddle a kayak upside down. And zero for three is pathetic.
But before I can do ANYTHING suddenly it's too late.
And it starts to rain. Again. It's the wettest summer in seventy years.
So all I end up doing is playing video games, watching TV, downloading music, reading, trying to fix things, or blogging. Which is REALLY depressing, because summer in Canada is sooooo short.
And my tiny perfect ass is getting soooooo BIG.
But it turns out there is a silver lining.
Shorter version: if you're a plant this was the best summer EVER !!!
Nobody has had to water their gardens for ages.
It's so green it looks like an Irish Spring commercial.
The monster ginger cat is grumpy.
But the flowers are busting out all over.
Many plants are twice their normal size. I saw a dandelion the other day the size of a baseball.
The rabbits in the woods nearby are so fat they can hardly hop. And there are more butterflies than I have seen in a long time.
Like these beautiful Monarchs.
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No doubt ....um....recharging their batteries before their long journey to Mexico.
Which reminds me I'm off on a journey myself. Sébastien is kidnapping me and taking me to a secret location.
OMG. Who will save me? Who would dare? Does it rain where we're going? Is it my surprise birthday present....or my honeymoon?
Enjoy your summer...while it's still here. Smell the flowers. Hug your lovers.
Sing this song. That I love so much.
Summer was a washout.
But fall should be BEAUTIFUL....