On beautiful days, the orange leaves are stunning against the sky, but they don't all change colour at once so right now they're a patchwork of green, gold, red and orange. Still, I'm musing over how my world is changing to orange as I go about my Sunday.
I was having my breakfast amongst flower pots while I stared out the window at the colours. The maple tree in my neighbour's yard will become such a fiery orange orb that it casts a glow in my bedroom, but from here, I can see only the vines and the orange flowers.
I don't think we have had a frost yet but look at how the vines have changed colour.
Needing some milk for my coffee, I opened the refrigerator and was blasted by the brilliance of the leftover squash. I made "pumpkin" loaves last night so I could bring one to a Thanksgiving dinner today. This is the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend with our official holiday tomorrow.
Of course I have to show you the loaf now, recipe post to follow.
As well as having dinner at my friend's, we're going to try jamming together. I haven't spoken about my music in a long time and both of us are still new to jamming so it's kind of exciting for us.
These are the measuring cups (from the 1980s!) I used to make the loaves.
The red maple on the corner had only a tinge of red at the top the week before. I decided I better start bringing my camera when I go out.
By now, you must see what I mean about a theme going on, as I bump into an old friend.
Above, the bush (forest) behind the old schoolhouse. The leaves that face the prevailing wind are exposed to the cold and they usually change first. Of course, all the trees don't go the same colour and you can spot one of our famous flaming orange sugar maples in there.
And as I sat here writing this post, my doorbell rang. My new neighbour and I have decided to swap home cooking and she just brought me curried chicken and rice. Orange container, need I say more? And it smells wonderful.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Photos from the iPad of @kansuze in Kanata (Ottawa), Canada.