Yesterday was Canadian Thanksgiving, the Monday of a long weekend. It sounded like everyone went away. Except for the soft sound of leaves falling and a few bluejays calling, it was exquisitely quiet. I decided to set myself up outside on the deck with a box of papers to sort or chuck as there wasn't a breeze to disturb me.
The great maple tree to the south was casting its huge shadow to keep the warm sun from melting me.
As I watched the birds flit and the leaves softly tumble, I realized I had to share this with you.
Eventually I realized that I needed to stretch my legs to saunter and savour this fleeting time.
Here is some firewood that Wally cut from a fallen maple the day before.
Earlier that morning I heard a quote by Albert Camus :
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
There were bouquets everywhere.
Finally, I wandered around the back of the house which faces due south and the deck where I eventually continued my job of sorting, with more time-outs for contemplation and meditation.
And thanking you for spending this time with me.