With two weeks left until the official end of summer it will be in the mid 90’s here in Western Oregon today. I may be an odd ball but I look forward to the blustery wet days, the sometimes violent Pacific storms and the occasional snow. My wife grew up in the Los Angeles area and hated the winters here while I relished them. There is nothing like gale forced winds shaking the walls of your house or the quiet when the ground is covered with snow. In December when the days are shortest you can look forward to increasingly longer days which become a bane when you are awakened by squawking crows at 4 in the morning in June. I love the seasons and I’m not sure I could live anywhere that didn’t have them. Seasons are like our own lives and now that I am in the fall of mine I appreciate them even more. OK, enough words; here is the picture.