The calm

A wind storm was on the horizon. This time of year that usually means the last of the leaves will fall from the trees. However on this peaceful morning before the storm, it was picnic time. We headed to one of our favourite picnic settings, Cavendish Grove.

On our last visit to the Grove, the autumn drama had just begun. We had our picnic on a bench overlooking the basin. 

This time, we’d sit under the trees, with the leaves falling around us.

There were numerous picnic sites to choose from. We settled for a bench again, 

under a yellow-orange maple though picnic tables were available nearby. 

The last of the fall colour will soon be scattered on the earth, a crunch of dry leaves or wet ones stuck to your boots. The distinctive autumn smell hasn’t developed yet.

So we sat and took in the scene, as we enjoyed the homemade fare, which was simple but provided comfort. There is nothing like a mug of hot tea under the trees on a cool autumn day. We heard birds around us though they were invisible, even in the diminished foliage. 

Later, we walked the familiar paths, 

leaf covered now as the colour overhead thins. The remaining layers of colour...

Enough said.