The manchurian elms and the poplars are vying to see which can exhibit the most magnificent tansluscent lemon color. The Virgina creeper wins out however. With her scarlet robes she really stands out in the crowd. But like all else in life her glory will fade as the deep blood red of the Japanese maples appear.
Virginia the scarletRiverside Hamlet is quiet today as everyone heads out to do whatever it is one does to prepare for the nasty cold that will soon arrive. We took a little drive down the road and around the fields to buy fresh corn from the Coles. They live in Furdale, another Hamlet but one that makes Riverside look like a metropolis.
The sun has warmed the earth of their corn fields and the scent of rich earth and green smell of corn rows erase all else from the air. We will eat only corn for supper, an annual indulgence. I will bake the corn in the husks. This a process, I believe, makes the kernels sweeter and more tender.
As we passed harvested fields, we enjoyed seeing a rabble of cranes and geese settled in the golden stubble. They had come together for a rare treat of sun-toasted grain and a good gossip.
The combine that prepared the feast.
Cranes sound as if they have a thousand frogs chorusing in their long neck. Geese reply with inelegant twanging nasal honks. Perhaps they were all Country singers in another lifetime.
A late arrival to the party.
The apples picked this morning are glowing in the late afternoon light breathing through the west kitchen window. Molecules of apple aroma dance throughout the room. A comforting yet enlivening smell.
The apples picked this morning are glowing in the late afternoon light breathing through the west kitchen window. Molecules of apple aroma dance throughout the room. A comforting yet enlivening smell.
So ends another day on the outskirts of Saskatoon.
All photography is by R.E. (Rob) Morgan
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