Ah, this September.
It’s unlike any other.
It’s unexpectedly warm.
I remember how in the middle of the month we’d either walk around in rubber boots and under umbrellas or wear down jackets because the northerly wind chilled us to the bone.
This year, summer decided to extend, and September brought warmth and sunshine until the end of the month. You can swim in the pool and sunbathe, which is unusual for our northern climate.
But that’s not always the case.
One bad thing is that plants and trees react to this with stress—they shed their leaves early.
And another problem: small streams have dried up. There were many of them in the Toronto area. But now many have dried up, which is very bad for the microclimate. The soil suffers, the trees suffer. It’s dry.
This kind of weather is observed all over the globe, and it doesn’t bring joy.
I don’t know what will happen next year, but we live in a time of change.
Today I’ll tell you about a day in my life.
Everyone has one. And I’m sharing with you how I spend my weekend.
So, we woke up this morning and decided to drive 20 km from home to have breakfast as a family somewhere on the outskirts of Mississauga.
Why?
I just wanted to sit in a nice cafe or restaurant with the whole family and eat something Middle Eastern while the weather was nice—felyafel, khomos, eggplant, bean salad, kofta, and delicious tea from a teapot, like they serve in Jordanian cafes.
We were just reminiscing about our old life and wanted to relive the flavors of that time.
We had a delicious meal in a small restaurant, sitting on the veranda.
So the day was just beginning.
At midday, we decided to stop by the jazz festival that was taking place in Port Credit.
A very crowded and interesting festival that attracted people from all over Ontario.
We arrived just in time for the musicians’ awards ceremony.
There were several stages, and bands and musicians were playing on each.
Port Credit is a very popular place for strolling in Mississauga.
You can never have too much music. The pleasure it brings is indescribable.
And finally, at the end of the day, a family walk on the lake.
I must say, there are few mosquitoes and midges at this time of year, so it’s pleasant to stroll along the lake.
That’s exactly what we did.
And the photo I’m posting for you is unique.
It’s rare to see Lake Ontario like this—filled with algae and shallow, with less water.
Of course, could it be from the full moon?!
Yes, it’s the full moon that does this.
So, I decided to take a photo of the blood moon that so much has been written about.
She’s beautiful.
But you probably can’t see her very well.
I mean, there are the streetlights and the moon.
I’ll take another photo for you, more detailed.
That will be better.
Well, it seems to have worked.
A short story about a day in my life has worked.