Winter has always been my favourite season. The depths of January through March with the snow, ice, and crisp as burnt bacon fresh air is the best time of year.
But there is a mythic quality to a summer evening that just can’t be beat. The long and hot and packed full of adventure days melt away to cooler breezy evenings.
And when you spend those evenings lakeside at the cottage as we were fortunate enough to have done for a week, well, there’s the true magic.