Autumn in Muskoka was glorious this year.
Usually, when we go up for Thanksgiving in October, the leaves have already fallen. It’s beautiful still, but the trees are bare and the colour is all on the ground, a carpet of pale yellow, gold, scarlet, crimson, and brown.
This year, whether because of the warmth, the extra sunshine, the lack of wind and rain, or some combination of all of those, the leaves stayed on the trees. My mum and I went for a walk one afternoon under a canopy of brilliant colour, all lit through by the sun. It was like walking through a picture on a postcard.