The Fleeting Feast that is Fall

It is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada; the weekend that harkens the end of the summer and the beginning of fall.  After a blistering hot and long summer that rolled well into September, it has become cold over the last two weeks.  The trees have begun turning colour.  The mornings have become cold.  The days are getting shorter.  Some of the late blooming flowers are still in colour; there are patches of violet in my backyard where the Morning Glories are clinging to yellowing vines.  But it is clearly, the last hurrah of summer.

At the Meyer’s Farm, just outside of town, the boxes are full of fruits and vegetables.  There are several varieties of apples, potatoes, onions, carrots, broccoli and beats.  There are brightly coloured gourds, orange pumpkins of all sizes, and stems of Gladiolas.  I love this time of year.  The cold mornings give way to cool, blue-sky days that are brisk and refreshing.  This is weather that inspires cycling, running, and hiking.  It is invigorating.

Fall is a feast for the senses.  The organic world, which was awash in shades of green and gold, breaks into a riot of colour.  A line of bushes are blood red, the alder trees are bright yellow, and the maple tree behind the house is green with patches of bright orange, blood red and yellow.  Nothing looks the same.  These colourful weeks are fleeting.  We will wake up one morning and find that the leaves have all fallen.  The world will grow stark with naked trees, brown dead leaves, and long dark nights.  The frogs and fish in our pond will hibernate for the winter; the birds will migrate south.  The natural world will become quiet and still.  But not today!!

About kp

I am a woman and a mother, a sister and a wife. I have called myself a socialist and a feminist, an environmentalist and an activist, a pagan and an atheist. But, at this stage in my life, none of these labels feel right. I am searching; trying to find an inner calm; trying to make peace with life's disappointments; trying to answer the big questions in my own small life.
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8 Responses to The Fleeting Feast that is Fall

  1. Beautiful shots! Happy Thanksgiving from one Canadian to another!

  2. Deliberately Delicious says:

    Wow! Just wow! Out here on the West Coast, we don’t get the kind of magnificent fall foliage that you do. Your writing is beautiful. Such a perfect celebration for Thanksgiving weekend. And the photographs are stunning.

    • kp says:

      Thanks.. I have only seen the west coast in summer so have not really thought about what fall or winter is like out there. Ontario does have its fine points; fall trees and granite rock being two of them!!

  3. Thanks for adding a link to my blog. Captured some stunning trees here!

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