Late October skies run the gamut from spook-tacular crisp moons to molten sunrises to moody scudding clouds...
But it's like a pot-of-gold around here as the autumn colours are at peak parade. It seems like the most vivid and brilliant in all the years we've been up the hill. Everything gets re-leafed daily, including the car and the pond. When the sun joins in, it's like red lollipops or yellow spun sugar.
Nobody's getting autumn-lazy yet. The mound of chips from the ash trees have to be loaded and ferried up. Most of them were used to finish the woodland trail. Pat took a break and volunteered at the library's book sale ---- she got first dibs on some bargains!
Did I say we're also getting record amounts of leaves and falling fruit? Will the Groundskeeper choose the new orange Stihl or the old-school green plastic to move them? Blisters or earplugs? Easy guess.
Another seasonal sight is the ChiCheemaun returning from ferry duty for the winter. Bittersweet as it heads south for a rest, past another October icon, and into port in town.
Then another awe-inspiring October sky. A very rare morning rainbow (evolving into an even rarer double arc) as bold and crisp as if it entered the colour contest on terra firma. No question where it was leading --- the pot of gold inside! Wood is the symbol for Year 6. That Lucky Boy has a PAT of gold...
But it's like a pot-of-gold around here as the autumn colours are at peak parade. It seems like the most vivid and brilliant in all the years we've been up the hill. Everything gets re-leafed daily, including the car and the pond. When the sun joins in, it's like red lollipops or yellow spun sugar.
Nobody's getting autumn-lazy yet. The mound of chips from the ash trees have to be loaded and ferried up. Most of them were used to finish the woodland trail. Pat took a break and volunteered at the library's book sale ---- she got first dibs on some bargains!
Did I say we're also getting record amounts of leaves and falling fruit? Will the Groundskeeper choose the new orange Stihl or the old-school green plastic to move them? Blisters or earplugs? Easy guess.
Another seasonal sight is the ChiCheemaun returning from ferry duty for the winter. Bittersweet as it heads south for a rest, past another October icon, and into port in town.
Then another awe-inspiring October sky. A very rare morning rainbow (evolving into an even rarer double arc) as bold and crisp as if it entered the colour contest on terra firma. No question where it was leading --- the pot of gold inside! Wood is the symbol for Year 6. That Lucky Boy has a PAT of gold...
Happy anniversary, you two! Hope it was wonderful! Yesterday Nikki and I thought about you, that fall day full of love, and the red Mustang. :) xoxo
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