Sure, summer extends well into September, but in my consciousness, Labour Day, the Airshow and the end of the CNE mark the end of summer. I suppose it’s because all the kids go back to school. Since I spent the spring recovering from a broken ankle, it seems this year summer has been abbreviated, gone in a blink of an eye.
Fortunately, I recovered well enough to do some mushroom foraging, even if it was for short sessions. Fly fishing was a write-off though. I still don’t feel that the muscles in my right foot and leg are strong enough to wade a trout stream, and well, better safe than sorry. On the other hand, I did log quite a bit of banjo practice and increased my skills quite a bit.
Here’s Peter Feldman playing mountain banjo and singing about a critter I always associate with summer in rural Ontario: Ground Hog