Rural

Summer has been allowing Autumn to shine through the cracks. It's an unsettling feeling to have cold feet and to have to rummage through the drawer for heavier socks.  To be throwing on an extra layer in the evening, or turning on the heat in the morning. We live in the Okanagan where it's usually hot well into September, falling asleep to the sounds of crickets seeping into the open windows and soothed by a melodic frog chorus that drifts across the fields. But lately the windows are nearly closed, the floors are cold, and the crickets silenced. Falling into it all Leaves have started to fall from the maple that lives in the side garden, it's always the first to adapt to the seasonal change, and the fluffy limelight hydrangea blossoms are showing pink tinges on their petals. The yellow flowers of the Black Eyed Susans glow as the sun goes down, shimmering with caramel colored butterflies desperate for one last drink.  But Still