Each season brings me new delights - the first snowfall of winter, the first crocuses poking through the earth in spring, the first tomatoes to ripen in summer. But no season brings me greater joy than autumn, when colour engulfs me - fall flowers still blooming, green grass still growing, and the best and most beautiful of all - the trees. I am consumed with happiness. Perhaps it is because red and yellow are my favourite colours, so cheerful, so bright, so joyous.
Only in autumn can a short fifteen minute drive from Crofton to Chemainus on a Sunday afternoon become an hour of awe and wonder as I stop every few minutes to inhale the splendor of the world around me:
|Old wooden bridge on Chemainus Road|
How can one tree - one leaf - hold so many beautiful shades on its palette?
I think October must be Mother Nature's Christmas, when she decorates her trees in crimson and gold, and strings shimmering strands of sunlight among them.