
Speeding through September into October, and so many more indications of autumn upon Birch Bay than just golden leaves turning to red. There’s a chill in the air even when the sun is shining, all the little crab boats have been dry-docked (a solitary faded blue and white catamaran remains bobbing on high tide, someone optimistic about taking ‘er out for one more sail before pulling ‘er off the tide flats for the winter), more chimneys are sending up cheerful smoke signals, people are exchanging soup recipes and bringing pumpkin bread into the office.
Cloud cover obscures the sun and the entire spectrum of colors is dulled. I think the red leaves demand notice. Red refuses to be subdued. However, when the sun bursts through … wow! A metaphorical light switch is flipped on and all colors glow.
But today, I’m enjoying and rejoicing in reds; from fallen leaves to …






1 comment:
Yeeeeeeow!
More Treo takes, please!
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