Early September had always felt like New Year's. As a kid, summer carnivals and parades ended and the new school year started up as usual. Later on the new season was marked by local fishing derbies, leaf colours, and the Toronto Film Festival. This year all of that is blurred as school, iconic events, and simple gatherings have been pandemic restricted or canceled...
This "new year" also brings sunrises that are either angry dark or promising pinks. Heavy rain here today contrasting with out-of-control fires in the west.
Birds are on the wing to their new year in the south. Towhees are passing through, still scratching on the ground. And the popular spruce tree hosts many sky travelers like this red-breasted nuthatch. Which way is up anymore??
I'm told spring is yellow and fall is purple among bloomers. Here's some proof. (OK, mauve in the milkweed.)
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