One of the simplest yet greatest pleasures of my life is taking note of the small changes that announce that one season is beginning to morph into the next. Summer seems to be giving way to fall early in the South Cariboo.
A few aspens are already beginning to turn to gold. The small wetland I drive by is now shrouded each morning in an ethereal mist. Buck is shedding the finest hairs of his beautiful sleek summer coat. And I've seen a few Canada geese flying in formation, preparing for their eventual migration south.
Summer's not quite done, but autumn is just around the corner here.