As the daylight hours continue to shorten and the summer’s heat begins to fade, my thoughts turn to the cozy comforts of fall. I can’t believe I just wrote that!
Summer didn’t arrive here on the Coast until I had already left for Calgary. All through June, I think we still had the heater on at night. I promised myself to treasure every sunny moment of this summer and never complain about heat again.
I’m not tired of the sun or the heat. There was a day at the cottage where the kitchen must have been a thousand degrees and the sweat just poured off your body for standing there. Even then, I just marvelled at how quickly a person might overheat if they were not drinking icy cold beverages.
So it must be something about the tilt of the sun that sends a signal for us Northerners. My son commented yesterday about longing for the deeply satisfying winter stews. That comment, as I am in the throes of the summer harvest. But I did find myself longing for the roasts that stew all day in the slow cooker, while at the grocery store yesterday.
For now, I have completed my cozy alpaca socks. That will have to hold me over until the weather really begins to turn. Which could be a lovely 6 more weeks. One can hope!