Lovely, large flakey snow falling from the skies, unexpected so early in the year. Not sure I was ready for it, but the world is so beautiful in the snow.
Finally took a picture of my very favourite house in this neighbourhood.
Snow dusted its odd bits of masonry, as Birchfields Park echoed with the racuous calls of two large green parrots.
We are on the edge of autumn.
I walked between the archings of trees, saw a sudden great spread of wings — a grey heron fishing in the fragment of a stream still left to us. It disappeared into a leafy dusk, another world entangled with this city. Leaves starting to turn, those already fallen glow gold like another sun beneath my feet.
