I always like this time of year. Even though summer is winding down, it’s nice to see how the growing season has worked out, how the crops have fared, how the prairie has set seed, how the birds and animals have raised their families.
Not that I’m anxious for summer to end or anything like that, no, no, no! But my favourite parts of every season are the transition times, the weeks where one season ends and another begins. Summer starts with bird song and flowers and equipment in the fields and as it winds down, it eases into birds in flight, waving seas of seeds and, well, equipment in the fields. No other season has such dramatic changes.
So as I drove along the irrigation canals and pothole lakes out on the slopes of the Rosebud River valley, I watched for those changes.