It's almost the end of the month, the end of November and here in this part of the world we are having a rare occurrence. We can walk out doors without boots, without coats done up to the neck and scarves to keep us from the chill of a Canadian winter.
I wear a sweater and stand by the side of the road taking these pictures. A blue jay, unseen, screeches as he flies from tree to tree and the ubiquitous crow calls from a nearby pine. The scent of autumn is in the air. It smells of cold and fallen leaves turning to mulch and the hint of acorns on the forest trail. Take a deep breath in through your nose, turn, look at the field glowing golden in the late afternoon sun.
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