Early autumn in my part of the world is spectacularly beautiful. The light is golden, the sky is often dark gray-blue, the leaves on the trees and shrubs change colour every day, in a range from pale yellow through orange and many shades of red to burgundy and dark brown. All I want to do is paint, but there are other demands on my time.
It is also the season of harvest and plentiful produce: tree fruits, pumpkins and squash, beets and carrots, the last of the herbs and tomatoes.
Last year, eighty percent of the province’s apple crop was lost because of late spring frosts. This year, the tree branches have bent to the ground with the weight of fruit, and a relative shared a bounty from her trees. We celebrated the season by hosting a family Thanksgiving dinner, and I did feel truly grateful for the gathering.
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