This year we enjoyed one of the warmest and most consistently-beautiful summers we've had in recent memory, and it's been a dream.
Since mid-April we've spent 42 days up north. 12% of the year. With a few more weeks of reasonable daytime temperatures and manageable nighttime ones, we should be able to make that 50-odd days before we shut it down for the season. Not bad.
(And that's the end of cottage calculations; I don't want to start crunching numbers where gin-consumption or red meat are concerned. Or the sum-total of tonic that's gone through me. Shit, that stuff is bad for you!)
So, enjoy these terminal days of summer, dear Reader. Get your money's worth; take a boat ride or have a picnic or dip your feet into a natural body of water. Something - anything! - that you may cling to as the days get shorter and the chill in the air deepens.
(Cottage moments with Nick and Natasha. The end of another Muskoka-season draws near.)