We have had a
truly classic autumn weekend, with the sound of leaves crashing down through
the branches onto the yellowing grass.
The weather has been incredibly mild with little wind rising throughout
the day. I’ve been able to enjoy morning
walks to the sound of deer romping on the other side of the trees and
bushes. Yesterday evening Mom and I
watched a male pheasant strut across the lawn in divine unconsciousness of
imminent hunting season. We are waiting
for Mother Nature’s shoe to drop.
The magazines on the newsstands are
loaded with pictures of pumpkins and turkeys as Canada gears up for the big
Thanksgiving weekend. When we went
through the huge produce department at our local grocery store I thought how
lucky we were to be living in a country where there never seems to be a lack of
food of every description, from fruits and vegetables, to meat of almost anything
we can imagine, to dairy products and packaged goods. Even better, we are able to afford purchasing
these goods before our eyes. Not
everyone can say that, so I count myself lucky.
I know it’s too early to say Thank you
for all this plenty, but I’m feeling it.
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