It has been unseasonably warm here in southern Ontario. This is obviously good for those of us who enjoy squeaking out the last flip flop days and sneaking one last beer on a sunny patio. It is not so good, however, for those of us who were hoping to revel in the beauty of the infamous fall colours of the area.

Without a good early frost the trees are confused. Their internal clocks tell them it is time to let the leaves go but the weather tricks them into thinking it is still late summer. The leaves are falling but they lack the brilliant hues I was so looking forward to seeing. It doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful though. Yesterday we took a drive through the country side and came home inspired by beauty.


The leaves have fallen but beauty remains.


Wild grapes along the fence line.


The leaves want to be brilliant.