This weekend is Canadian Thanksgiving, and today I’m giving thanks for the splendours of autumn. All week the colours have been spectacular!
This view along the driveway at Glen Villa gives some idea of how brilliant the colour is.
On the stone wall of the house, Engelman ivy is a symphony of scarlet, red and maroon.
The colours on the hillside above the Big Meadow are a mix of apricot and spun gold.
The fields above the house are equally splendid.
Everywhere along the Timelines trail, the colours are singing — not sotto voce but con brio...
…not piano but fortissimo.
At the Skating Pond the ornamental grasses are at their best.
In an old farm field, the Big Chair is almost shockingly white against the autumnal colours.
Up close, the different colours on oak leaves separate into greens, browns and touches of red, making the veins stand out prominently.
Even when colours begin to fade, beauty remains.
We know that these glorious colours won’t remain much longer. We know that their brilliance means that colder and whiter times will soon be here. But even with the dying of this year, there’s humour to be found.