Up here in the Great (not quite) White North we celebrated Thanksgiving this past weekend and for many people, including my family, it is the time when cottages are closed up for the winter. It is a bittersweet time of year, the days are crystal clear and cold. The fall colours are at their peak and the smell of wood smoke fills the air, along with turkey cooking and pies baking. It is my favourite time of the year, this coming Sunday my Other Half and I will celebrate our 23rd wedding anniversary and I will have officially spent half of my life with this man as we were married when I was a mere 23 years of age (not 12, as I like to say). The pool is closed, the sailboat in dry dock, my horse is wearing his winter blanket most days, I have on boots and a cozy sweater and the boys are gearing up for ski season.
Yes, it is bittersweet to say goodbye to summer but I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. I love the changing seasons, each one bringing something to look forward to. Here are a few photos of fall in our neck of the woods.
One lone red maple leaf on a bed of pine needles floating in the lake
Ready for a canoe trip
The raison d'etre for having a teenage boy
(he doesn't mind swimming in frigid water to take out the raft)
Final early morning row on the lake
Putting the cabin to bed for a long winter's nap
(and hoping it's still standing in the spring)
Leaf jumping for joy
The work crew finally gets to climb up on the roof
Cam on a cold tin roof
The floor show