JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Fall is coming. We took Daisy out for a ride in the golf cart today, and noticed the leaves have started changing.
One particular grouping of sumac has started to turn red as well, prompting me to recite the only two lines I remember of “Indian Summer”.*
The first full weekend of the CNE is behind us. It’s all downhill from here.
The campground is open until October 31st. How much time we spend out here in October remains to be seen.
* Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
- William Wilfred Campbell, Canadian poet
One particular grouping of sumac has started to turn red as well, prompting me to recite the only two lines I remember of “Indian Summer”.*
The first full weekend of the CNE is behind us. It’s all downhill from here.
The campground is open until October 31st. How much time we spend out here in October remains to be seen.
* Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
- William Wilfred Campbell, Canadian poet