Although the calendar tells me it is now officially fall, I am enchanted by these last few days of beautiful temperate weather we are enjoying in Newfoundland. Paul and I even had a chance to lie in the sun and read yesterday evening. It was so gorgeous on our deck that we didn’t want to go inside for supper until the sun sank low on the horizon.
As much as I love the summer temperatures, it’s nearly time to say good-bye.
Happily, I have a nostalgic affection for fall and everything it brings.
Here are a couple of pics I snapped of ripening apples
on our recent trip to Springdale in Green Bay:
The view beyond the apple trees:
We stayed overnight in nearby King’s Point.
Here is the view from our room the next morning:
Before leaving, I made sure to visit the pottery and craft store to browse and to buy a few things:
If you ever get the opportunity to visit the area, do stop in here. You won’t be sorry.
One of the perks of my husband’s job is joining him on these road trips.
We love any opportunity to visit the many corners of our island.
Two evenings ago, I had to run for my camera again.
The sunset on Perry’s Point was so stunning,
I think Maisie and Vivian were even spellbound:
After the sun disappeared, the sky took on a strikingly different quality:
That same evening, I received a call from my sister.
My beloved aunt in the U.S. had passed away suddenly.
I am inclined to let imagination take hold,
to fancy that as she went to join my dad (her brother),
she painted that sky as a farewell to her loved ones here at home.
Rest easy, Aunt Irene. All is well.