Well November 1st brought snow flurries to our neck of the woods, so it’s high time I make my good-byes to Fall in our home of the True North, strong and free with one last hurrah here on the blog till we meet again same time, same place next year. It’s my absolute favourite season, and one not lived out long enough, in my opinion. But I will say, October this year has been a milder one for us which I’m ever grateful for.
We have certainly made good use of our leaf trampoline this season, and I’ve also made good use of two hard working employees when the wind gusts brought down beautiful yellow carpets of maples from the neighbour’s overhanging trees to brighten up our front lawn. There was no passing our house by accident this time (yes, we do this, even after 5 months here), with the golden garden all lit up to show us where we live. Again, reasons to record in the gratitude journal.
My boy now old enough to start, and man, the smoky fire unaccompanied, works proudly burning our leaf bags, stoking the fire, learning to be the master of it. And if you can see well enough to the left of our shed, up the hill lies Downton Abbey proudly looking down on the grounds-keeper (a.k.a the downstairs staff.)