What I’m loving this week:
“Leaf walks”: long walks in search of the best, driest, most-kickable leaves. Something comes over me when I spy a nice thick stretch of colourful leaves. I am compelled to run through them, doing a series of low, straight-legged kicks that send the leaves flying and which cannot fail to make me feel happy. Try it. You’ll see.
Flaming red Acer rubrum, the Red Maple, and, more specifically, the sight of its fallen leaves. They look like scraps of red and white paper to me, all scattered around in perfect disarray.
The arrival of daylight savings time, which brings sunrises that are late enough to catch the end of, and dusks that bring the incredible, spooky sight of the nightly migration of Metro Vancouver’s huge murder of crows.
germi says
Beautiful! I love the blue blue sky behind the tracery of leaves and branches. lovely images! This might be my favorite time of year … is that strange for a gardener to say?
Andrea Bellamy says
Funny you say that, Germi. I’ve been trying to decide whether spring or autumn is my favourite season, but I think I like them both equally. It’s change that I like; the beginning of something new.
LeAnn says
“The destruction of the roost site earlier this year for development of a Costco outlet and new Keg restaurant”
How incredibly sad is that?
Maples make the best kicking leaves. And jumping leaves. And jumping kicking skipping leaves. Yes, I love me some maples.
Andrea Bellamy says
It’s SO sad, LeAnn. I doubt that would have happened if it were a roost for a huge flock of songbirds. Crows just don’t get any respect!