The end of August means the end of summer, and I am not happy about it. I started August in Montreal for Osheaga and ended it in Northern(ish) Ontario at a cottage, so understandably I never wanted the month to end. August had a lot of perfect moments, the best month of summer by far. But I can’t help but wonder, did I get enough sun? Did I eat enough donuts?
Trying to make a point of enjoying September, despite school (my last year ever, potentially) starting up again.
(From top: Osheaga mainstages, day two, Montreal, QC; last soft serve of summer, Simply Scoops, Port Burwell, ON; Jack; my favourite breakfast meal, The Bag Lady, London, ON; some clouds as seem through my shades, Grey Owl Lake, McKellar, ON; the infamous Bala Bites, Don’s Bakery, Bala, ON; sunrise view, Grey Owl Lake, McKellar, ON; coffee cream; breezy boat selfie; sun sets on summer, Dorchester, ON.)