Walked through the local park earlier, out doing errands, and snapped a few more trees turning gold and red. It’s still early here, so there’s much more to come, colour-wise, just in our local neighbourhood. Which, of course, I’ll share over the coming weeks. We also have our (Canadian) Thanksgiving Oct 10, so a day off that we intend spending walking to our local park for the last day of the floral sculpture show. More on that too, as and when. Meanwhile, much cooler here today at just 12 degrees and, we’re told, cooler temps on the way this week. So that should help turn the trees Fall colours.
An absolutely glorious sunny day out there, with not a cloud in clear blue skies. The view from where I sit here in my little office space, in the bedroom, shows the local park. It’s the last day of September and, already the tops of the trees are turning gold, brown, and red. I love this time of year, the quickening I call it, that moment between everything being green and then, suddenly, a few weeks later, all the leaves have dropped. Autumn is gorgeous here because of the amount of trees and the sheer number of maples we have. We live in what’s referred to as DormaVille, lots of homes and apartment blocks, where all the streets are lined either side with trees, so that spring and autumn bring a riot of colour into everyone’s lives. Not only that, we live so close to another large park, the Bois de Coulonge, just ten minutes walk from the apartment. So this weekend (weather permitting) I’m planning on going for a walk to take photos. Meanwhile, …
Here are a few more photos taken on our latest trip out to the botanical gardens last weekend. I was surprised how few flowers were out, and just how many had sustained rain-damage. It was a sad, sorry sight, but still, I managed to snap some shots of what colourful flowers were out.
Another glorious day out there, today. A hot, balmy 29 (34 with the humidity factored in) with crystal azure blue skies and no breeze. Perfect for taking photos, she says.
Silent somnolent seagulls float in an azure blue sky, A single lazy cloud hangs above a verdent canopy of lush green treetops, The quiet only broken by the breeze rustling leaves to remind me I’m alive.
I love these strawflowers not only for their vibrant, bright colour, but because when you dry them out, they all but last forever.