They say Christmas is the magical season. But it’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada and yesterday, after our big turkey lunch, I decided to go for a walk. I have always loved fall but I think it could compete with the Holiday Season for the title of “Magical”.
It was one of those perfect, and I mean perfect, fall days. Words can’t describe it, but I will give it a try: It was what we call sweater weather. The air had a slight chill to it, but the sun was warm on my head and hair. The sky was a pure blue, the kind of blue you want to dive into and float in forever.
The leaves were at their most spectacular. Everywhere I turned I saw tableaux of deep red, fiery orange and golden yellow. It took my breath away. I couldn’t stop snapping pictures. I’m not a great photographer at the best of times and a cell phone is far from ideal for capturing the beauty of the season but these pictures might give you an idea of it.
The colours are completely natural – they don’t come from silvery garlands, shiny decorations or strings of lights. If that isn’t magical, I don’t know what is.