Today, the temperature struggled to get to 14C, or 57.2 on the other scale. There was no sun in sight. The ground stayed damp all day. This is always the Monday of the year which officially ends it all. And in respect for tradition, we ventured up to Queen's Park. One surefire way of celebrating summer in New Westminster is to go up to see the animals in our petting zoo. However, a lack of them will mean summer is over. From tomorrow, the doors will be locked.
The cow had apparently hoofed it out of there a bit earlier. We did manage to say goodbye to the pigs, bunnies, sheep, chickens, peacocks, and geese. More to the point, we weren't alone in our desire to pet a final so long to the goats.
After, the Rose Garden, next door, silently signaled a similar death to the season. Only a few roses struggled to keep hold of their plants, and things have taken on a look of decided finality. The banana plants made it pretty far this year, but sadly the blossoms and fruit will come to naught.