Vivid colours are not so easy to come by this time of year, but when you look close to the ground the garden still shows some hues as bright as a summer flower.
The play of sun and cloud on water seldom disappoints and seldom holds one shape for long.
Though the colours in the marsh fade fast a few of the shrubs are as loud as a flight of geese.
Frequent rains keep the beaver pond full and keep beavers busy plugging leaks.
Out in the pond it is strangely quiet with the birds of summer now gone south.
The forested bank of a creek preserves some of summer’s stories just for a moment.
The life stories of these trees move more slowly.
November roared in with a gale that threatened every warm memory of summer. But as dawn rose on November 1 the winds softened and our beautiful neighbourhood was mostly unscathed.
Photo at top of post: Points of Presence (click here for full-size view)