It’s the third week of August and back in California we haven’t yet hit the peak of summer. I was talking to an Englishman who’s married to a Finn in a restaurant today. “We’re celebrating the last weekend of summer,” he said.
I thought that was kind of odd, but when we walked outside we noticed that leaves are already turning yellow and falling off the trees. Another Finn told us that mid-winter days only have about two hours of sunshine and a couple more hours of dusk.
We’re very spoiled in California.