On Tea, and Leaves of Autumn

It has been just my luck to have a bad cold over the Thanksgiving weekend. Aches and pains and stuffed-up sinuses.  I am so glad that I had that glorious walk last weekend at Elk Island.  It makes up for the cloudy days now.

I drink my ginger and lemon tea, with a soothing spoonful of honey for my throat,  and look out at a melancholy world.  The trees are mostly bare now. Only the most stubborn leaves remain.

I took photos on my walk last Sunday, and have to admire the great variety of dying leaves, how they all have their own particular beauty.  The perfect rounded gold leaf of the poplar, the small bright orange leaf of the wild rose bush - these are expected.  But there is also the beauty of the less spectacular.

Blackened leaf with orange veins.

 

Drying dark orange and spotted leaf

  

Orange and black leaf

   Green-gold and blackened leaf.

 

The urge to wear colours like gold and orange are understandable.  I wish I had bought that dark orange coat at the mall.  Sigh....

And  then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the .... fall leaves!  (apologies to Wordsworth)

The wonderful windy days that bring the fall.

This is the ideal way to spend a cool afternoon in the fall woods, if one could be a squirrel.   Although, as humans, better perhaps with a bonfire, a hot tea, and a large afghan or throw to cuddle under.  And, of course, on a day when suffering with a cold, and accompanying  cloudy weather:  a  comfy chair inside, with a warm shawl, an herbal tea and a view of melancholy autumn.