It’s absurd, sitting barefooted outside on November 18 with the temperature being 20C. We spent quality time on the deck.
Reality will hit tomorrow like a wave crashing onto the beach.

It’s absurd, sitting barefooted outside on November 18 with the temperature being 20C. We spent quality time on the deck.
Reality will hit tomorrow like a wave crashing onto the beach.

A field of new winter wheat, bounded by a cedar hedge, adds fresh contrast to the yellows, reds, greys, and browns of late fall.

Today’s dawn was a marvellously serene prelude to a great day. It’s good to be alive and to experience the turn of the seasons.

Sumac, ablaze in fall finery

Falls’ palette has begun its artistry. Brushing this bush is only one of many artworks to come.

I stepped outside to see one, three, seven, eleven Turkey vultures soaring on an unfavourable wind, trying to gain an advantage during their migration. Two turn downwind, I suppose preparing to get a head of steam up to attack the wind.

I looked down and saw this beautiful sight.

Migratory birds are on the move here. Robins are no linger tut-tutting, killdeer are scarce, have not seen or heard orioles and grosbeaks for a while.
On a recent grey and gloomy day, during an outing that took me to the north shore of Lake Erie, I saw this group of Turkey vultures on the move, headed west along the lake shore to the nearest way around the lake instead of over it. Such graceful birds.
