Mid November. My husband and I walk one of the Heritage roads on Prince Edward Island. The Warburton Road is in the middle of the island, just a short drive from home.
On an island which one can drive across in three hours, nothing is far away.
This red dirt road is in an area of hills, which in itself is unusual since the island is flat; its highest elevation is less than 500 feet. The road is lined with trees, some of which are bare at this time of year.
The fields are the major feature of this road, cascading over the contour of the land; some look newly harvested.
The road is cut deep into the soil
and animals appear to have burrowed into the banks.
A line of trees, perfectly spaced and positioned, leads one to believe their growth here was by design.
Some of the fields are reseeded with grass already, to prevent erosion during the coming months. Every aspect of field care is thought through and planned.
It is noon as we walk along and the sun, in its November position,
still warms the body and lifts the spirit, though I miss it overhead. Before long, the shadows at noon will be longer, the air colder, and snow will fill these fields.