Black and Gold

I have to confess I have an abiding fondness for autumn. Charcoal blue brooding clouds with blusters of wind that loosen red and gold leaves to the air, a heady-ness of earthy smells mixed with wood smoke.

I think back when I was living in California, there were no seasons. I didn’t recognize what it was to have seasons until moving to Canada, it was intoxicating and I know I would miss them if I moved back to a perennially warm climate; the monotony of evergreens and cloudless smooth skies.

The anticipation that comes with spring, its thrust of newness, the full green hum of summer, and autumn’s stormy shake down to the barren stillness of winter, these changing faces of the year that quarter the passing of time, I love them all.


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Recovering Creative

I live on a tiny island on the Canadian west coast with about 300 of my neighbours. I am a Red Seal chef and certified baker (retired), an artist, an amateur photographer. I write, (unpublished so hesitate to call myself A Writer) sing, and can bang out some reasonable sounding chords on a guitar. And I grow a veggie garden. Older, wiser, and armed with insights and experience, I am on a conscience pursuit of reclaiming my creative life. I see it as a career change. Next level.

3 thoughts on “Black and Gold

  1. Agreed. I moved from Pennsylvania to Arkansas when I was 38 and then lived in Texas and Georgia—total of 10 years in the south. I missed the seasons more than anything and felt that the sun was relentless. Am so glad to be back where change occurs every three months.

    1. I envy your eastern autumns, the varieties of color the trees turn and in such abundance! I am reminded of this by my husband every fall. He is from the Georgian Bay area of Ontario, and when I comment on our gorgeous gold maple leaves covering the ground he is quick to say “Yeah nice , but in Parry Sound there is so much color, you’d be knee deep in reds and yellow and orange ” I swear he says this every time even after 25 years of marriage! But I’m content with the maples and the fiery red japanese maple in our front yard, the oaks and poplars. Now if Vancouver Island would get a decent snowfall every winter to round out the season… I think I saw my husband turn pale and shudder…oh yeah, thats why he moved west~ 😉

      1. Parry Sound is pretty far north. When I was a kid—late 50s through mid 60s—we used to go up to Sparrow Lake with my aunt, uncle, and cousins every summer. It’s to the southeast of Parry Sound. I have lots of memories of those days. More recently, we spent a few summer vacations at Stony Lake in the Kawarthas fishing for muskies. Love Canada’s outdoor life.

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