I am still quite caught up in the autumn images. I guess that’s what happens when you do a lot of country driving. There are no oppresive concrete structures along the country lanes to mar the beauty of nature. In southern Ontario, the view is spectacular. The rolling hills lend themselves to vista upon vista of colourful delight.
As the days pass, what becomes noticeable is not the colours so much as the sad fact that the trees are becoming barren. Soon their contracted limbs will face the blowing winter winds and the weight of new fallen snow. The scene will be a monotone white. On a sunny day, that pristine look will have its own beauty, but for now, I try to live in the beauty of the present.
Looking up as I drive along I am showered with the falling leaves. The gentle sprinkle made me wonder about what we would call this interesting phenomenon, unique to this time of year. Moving along the natural sequence of the elements, I came to the following conclusion. Water, when falling, is rain therefore, it’s rainin’. Cold water is snow and it’s snowing. Dead leaves are falling. Is it ‘leavin’? Yes indeed it is! I am sad but resigned.
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