“It is only her in large portions of Canada that wondrous second wind, the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, — the temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost flavoured air: Enough to live — enough to merely be.” – Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada
Blue sky, not a cloud in the horizon and the air crisp. The leaves of the Cherry Tree is blossoming with fiery orange. In spring time, it flowers first before the leaves come out.
At Forest Lawn, this place is so beautiful. No matter what time of the year, it’s stunning all around. I often wonder how the residents feel in close proximity at the cemetery.
A bursting crimson colour shrub in my garden is what we have been waiting for. The name of this plant is Euonymus but I cannot remember it, so I called it burning bush.
My sister came to visit bringing a small pumpkin wishing me happy fall. Already? I can’t believe it’s here and have forgotten the season of the year. It still feels summery. I suppose I have to start putting the rest of the plants to bed and winterized them. In the meantime, we are off for a walk to check out autumn colours and fall plants at UBC. This purple berries are so beautiful that I am planning to grow it in my garden. Sister looked great posing with Callicarpa.
“When the leaves fall,
the whole earth is a cemetery
pleasant to walk in.
I love to wander and muse over
them in their graves. Here
are no lying nor vain epitaphs.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
Autumn is my second best season next to spring. These are some of my favourite shots from the archive.
First, we celebrate labour day. Still warm enough to go dancing in the park for young at hearts. It’s one of the biggest gathering knowing that it’s the last party season as we end summer.
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Combining festival of the dead and preparing a plot for fall garden is a sure way of having fun. Kales are the best to grow during cold season. As for the skeleton, we have to wait how it will mature or whether it will grow some bone spurs.
I want this one!
HA! Must have the biggest pumpkin to harvest from the patch. It would take a long time to carve this one.
The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees … Continue reading
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The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind … Continue reading
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Okay folks, fall is upon us sometime today.
Here in Vancouver, BC; summer is hanging a little bit longer.
Weather outlook: 18 Celsius and cloudy.
Normal
Good day, y’hear!
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On a beautiful autumn day, one cannot help but feel good and pretty inside. Taking photos of the most colourful neighbourhood, a few people had the same idea as me. It was amusing to watch some of them taking a … Continue reading
Another guessing game of weekly photo challenge while I am out and about. Here I am creating my theme again: the falling leaves of autumn taken last year 2012.
Fall is a lovely time when the leaves turn to many shades of colours from yellow to dazzling red. When every leaves look like flowers and the trees became so excited in showing off it’s majestic structure.
Who cannot fall in love with the fall season. It’s enough to bring ones senses to heightened awareness that I am nothing in front of these trees and it is a humbling experience.
Trees planted at Metrotown Shopping Centre.
Trees at the School Board and the path of golden leaves.
Trees on the boulevard of East 12th Avenue and painted red sidewalks covered with fallen leaves
Buddha
“It is only her in large portions of Canada that wondrous second wind, the Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, — the temperatures; the sunny haze; the mellow, rich delicate, almost flavoured air: Enough to live — enough to merely be.” – Walt Whitman, Diary in Canada
Reflections 