It is mid-August. Today I am indoors, burrowed away from the billowing wildfire smoke that consumes a good portion of British Columbia. What would normally be a cerulean blue sky, is today red and ominous. Gone seems to be the summer season, replaced by fire season. Each generation mutters, “I miss the good ‘ol days.”…

Already summer is waning and autumn is whispering around the corner, like the leaves fluttering to the ground. I do love this time of year. The weather is still cooperative and the leaves on the trees turn to beautiful warm colours of orange, red and yellow. September comes tomorrow. Parents are scrambling to get the…