Another sign that the season is turning, the first significant snow. It’s beautiful to see, though the cold – minus 14 wind chill – is unseasonable and biting. It’s good to experience such cold. Makes me feel more alive and much more grateful to have a snug home.
Details softened, this combine awaits its next assignment.
This neighbour’s tree, though not the biggest kid on the block compared to the surrounding specimens, certainly has impressive foliage.
As our warm days slip away, replaced by more seasonal single digit (Celsius) temperatures, this bush provides one more burst of glory before the leaves fall.
What a wonderful time of year.
This is a season of slowing down, of reflection. We reflect on the gifts of summer and, if we are open, the gifts of fall and of the season, the seasons to come.
I do love autumn, it’s a time of relief from the warm humid summer, reflection, a kind of gathering inward, preparing for winter, getting sweaters and jackets out (I cannot find my gloves or toques yet), putting away shorts and swim suits. It’s not at all a sad time of year, it’s one to enjoy and appreciate.
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