Derby fever is highly contagious.

September. It may seem to many that July and August are the busy months.

I’ll be honest because honesty is the best policy. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to compose a column this week.

Part of me says make life easy, jot a few simple words down that really captures the essence of this week and call it a day. Those words would be: GO TO THE FAIR.

What comes along with hazy, hot and humid August days seems virtually inescapable until you savor fresh berries straight from the bush or submerge yourself in the salty ocean.

Come early August, the fields are usually ready for their second cut. Although less bales are produced, it is richer in nutrients and gives off a sweeter smell.

Ice cream, campfires, hikes and family fun were all on the to-do list and all had check marks beside them once the weekend came to an end.

The near perfect stretch of weather the post-Fourth week provided a solid foundation for family visitors.

Some attempt to be polite and proper by referring to the release of excess bodily warmth as “glistening”.

July. It’s the month of fireworks, heatwaves, family get-togethers, barbecues and houses overflowing with guests.