The long hot days of summer are well behind us as Autumn slowly descends on our little valley, bringing gifts of red and gold and amber. It is my very favourite time of the year. A time to rest, a time to reflect, to slow down and unwind. A romantic time where a walk in the park with your favourite toad, flipper in flipper, feels more like a date than a hike. A brief reprieve between the blistering days just passed and the algid ones on the horizon. A magical season when the air smells of burning wood and freshly baked meat pies, and the streets and sidewalks are paved in gold.
So, naturally when the sun peeked out from behind the ominous clouds for a few short moments, we just couldn’t help but grab the camera and head down the street to one of our favourite places, our neighbourhood!
Now, I will spare you my rendition of “It’s a Lovely Day in the Neighbourhood”, but I must admit the scenery made my heart sing. Just down the street from us, there is a road that leads to two beautiful marinas and several farms. The morning air was cold and crisp, leaving the water covered in a thin blanket of mist that added a softness to the landscape as the sunlight danced and played on the water. It occurred to me as I stood there that Mother Nature must love this time of the year as much as I do, as every inch was alive with light and beauty, almost as if she just couldn’t contain her delight.
We toads weren’t the only ones out enjoying the nice weather. We may not have had anything with us for a picnic on this day, but if we did I would have put my blanket right here. Certainly Mr. Toad would attest that it would not be the first picnic that we’ve had where the snowflakes were more of a problem than the ants! The patchwork quilt landscape, framed by the mountains and dotted with yellow and orange makes for a striking view for these cows having breakfast.
As we slowly make our way up the road, every corner brings a new reason to smile. This place has it all, beautiful trees, sprawling farmland, majestic mountains and expansive ocean. Looking up at these mountains that stretch to the sky can really make a toad feel, well, as tiny as a toad.
Life here at Maple Bay Marina just seems more relaxed. Tucked away in the safety of this little cove, these lucky folks not only live here, they become part of the scene. Each floating home is as unique as the people who inhabit them, and the only yard work is perhaps to catch dinner!
A little further up the road sits Genoa Bay Marina. A little community of people, some landlubbers, others preferring the gentle sway of the sea, but all intrinsically joined by their shared love and appreciation of this picturesque and special place.
As we meander our way back home, we are struck by the dichotomy of this scene. The bright red geraniums conspicuously stand united against the fading backdrop, overtly refusing to accept their demise. And while I do admire their tenacity, I can’t help but hear the theme from “Jaws” silently playing in my thoughts!
As the clouds slowly reclaim the sky, a chill fills the air and thoughts turn to hot chocolate and a warm fire waiting at home. Soon this landscape will transform into a Winter wonderland, compelling us to come back and visit again to capture whatever stories it chooses to reveal, and to share them you, our dear friends.
We do hope that you have enjoyed our walk together today and that you will join us again next time. Until then, stay warm and well, and please do leave any comments or thoughts you have as we love to hear your stories!
Until next time!