Sunday's storm threw down a lot of rain.
Wind whipped up the water on the lake, sent the rain skittering on angles, set the swimsuit on the clothesline dancing.
Some folks complain when it rains. Those people have never been where there is a water shortage. We are blessed to live here, where there is water, where there is rain. Where there are occasional big storms, and seasons.
Many years ago, Paul and Rosemary were on a winter's vacation in southern Arizona. Stopping for gas, my dad (as always) made conversation with the gas jockey. Or he tried to.
Dad's opening gambit: "Nice weather today."
The gas jockey jammed the hose into the gastank, and replied, "I guess... same as yesterday, same as the day before, same as tomorrow, same as every d***** day around here."
So much for weather being a "safe" topic as a conversation starter.
There is a great deal to be said for seasons. And that said, this is the time of year we start to see the first blush of colour coming into leaves. Trees that have suffered summer heat stress, or water shortages, will be already considering how best to conserve their resources, by pulling back the critical elements stored in their leaves.
Storms pass. Summer ends. Autumn begins in a few more weeks, and that is a glorious season too. The fall colours in Muskoka are something everyone should see -- spectacular.
And, unlike the monotony of some places' climate, changing every day!
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