Autumn Marks its Territory

A Rainy Sunday in the Haliburton Highlands

Okay, so it's a little grey, a little cold, a little rainy. But you know what? It's alright because what we are witnessing is simply autumn marking its territory. We see this push and shove between summer and autumn play out every year; autumn is ready to move in but summer isn't ready to leave. It's like watching a rerun of a sports event. You already know how it's going to end, but it's still exciting to watch.

One of the things I love about living here in the Haliburton highlands is watching the seasons change because it is so dramatic. Summer will strive to hold on; clear blue skies, blazing sunshine sparkling on clear lakes while soft breezes tickle the vast and variant greenery. But autumn has something so endearing, so magnificent; we forgive its impetuous damp and drizzle because it delights us with a dazzling display, painting our landscape in striking hues of amber and crimson. Autumn is an artist!

 Of course winter eventually gets tired of watching all this push and shove and sends in its minion clouds to drop a big heap of snow everywhere. And that's kind of cool too. Cool and cold and white and cold, and then it gets colder, and it just keeps getting colder, nipping at anything not covered by three layers of heavy winter clothing. It is still and white as far as the eye can see, the car is buried, it doesn't want to start, and the dog doesn't car how cold it is, he has to go… right now! Get out the shovel because that's the only way anyone is going anywhere today.

Suddenly this grey, rainy doesn't seem so bad, does it?