Summer, Summer - Where Have You Gone? Why Have You Forsaken Us?

In Ottawa, July was a real bummer - a write-off . . . unless, of course, you happened to be a duck. But even they, (the ducks), began to show signs of turning moldy, and their good-nature seemed to sour as they plodded through the muck.

August donned with a small ray of hope. Very small. The sun, now suffering from being heavily water-logged, was able, for five days, to push itself above the horizon. But, alas, it couldn't maintain its position and, by the third week, it was frequently pushed from the sky only to be replaced by its loud and brassy twin sisters: thunder and lightening, and, of course, its accompanying rain.

Today, as I write, I'm witnessing yet another deluge. Ankle-deep puddles stream down the roadsides and a rat-a-tat-tat of splattering, heavy droplets pounds the window pane.

The summer of 2009.

Is this a sign of the winter to come?

Gary