Out of Season
This weekend I spent some time outdoors and hung out with my children. My son taught me how to throw a boomerang (throw it like you (swipe) a credit card, good tip!), we spent many minutes on end examining dewy spider webs up close and making friends with a moth and chatting with neighbours and spending time eating a delicious turkey dinner at the community hall. It started to creep up on me, but by the end of the weekend, I started to feel back in season. The ageing goldenrod and the hydrangea hangers-on finally flagged me down and beckoned me, back into the season.