The autumn season here in Ontario, Canada, has been a great contrast to our summer so far.
Maybe it’s the Scottish blood in me but the cool, wet summer and now the warm, dry fall is perfection for me, and I will gladly let the trend continue.
As far as weather goes, with our almost non-existent winter last year, this has been a banner year for someone like me.
But if I look at it closely through eyes searching for more?
It’s been a rough and extended season of wondering what could possibly go wrong next. A season of worry. A season of weakness.