Leggy petunias, yellow grass, berries shrivelling, water dribbling instead of falling, itchy feet, premature nostalgia, stacks of blue lined paper near the cash registers in the stores.
     Change begins with rain scalloping down the road, more spiders in the corners, chipmunks dashing up and down the walnut tree, and a note from Air Canada reminding me that my flight to Quebec City is only days away.