Magic happens when the wind changes. And not just in stories like Mary Poppins and The Lollipop Shoes and Peaches for Monsieur le Curé.
The wind brings everyday magic—weather to predict and complain about.
Looking at this week’s forecast I can see the weather vane spinning, from southwest to north, northeast and back to west as July turns to August. It’s like the wind can’t make up its mind.
The trees and the roadsides are already hinting at the advent of Fall. The light is shifting. And yet…
We still haven’t had more than a few days of real Ontario summer. Hot, humid. The kind of day when you ride the bike just to feel your own breeze. And it’s wonderful.
I’m holding out hope for August.