Fall ..Fall ..Fall ..into Red and Gold

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From around the world people come to admire the splendour of the red, orange and gold trees as they blaze thru October. The leaves no sooner turn a brilliant colour before they drift to the ground creating a magical carpet only the silks of India could duplicate.

Living in the forest, I pass this splendour each time I drive out from my house to the local highway. The road leads left, off Blueberry Hill, bringing me past flaming Sumach, orange-red Sugar Maple and gold-disced Poplar.

The whole of the Greater City of Sudbury is under the effect of this annual autumnal paintbrush. The stark white skins of the Birch gain vivid contrast against the burgundy undergrowth of the laurentian rock scape.

Living amongst the drama does not lessen the effect of the grandeur.

Every tree quivers in autumn gusts; sun dappled leaves create images an impressionist can not resist; the dank smells of mushrooms, crumpled leaves and the last valiant roses add to the sensuousness of dwindling summer days.

Its magic!

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