The leaves are falling from the trees around my home. Already one maple is bare and half the golden leaves from the birch trees now sit upon the grass.
Water has been drained from my system at the lake and a fond farewell was said to the cabin as I left by boat on Saturday.
Fall has come early here. A week ago flying out of Toronto on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I looked down over the land from Pearson Airport to the Bruce Peninsula, where the patch network of red forests below was two weeks early.