September 28, 2011
This year, the transition from summer to fall is happening gradually, smoothly, and agreeably. It’s warm, and, sometimes, there are some slight, unbothersome showers. You find some trees specked with red-yellow leaves. The season of butterflies is in full swing in High Park. I understand that, each leaf that detaches from the tree and tumbles slowly through the air speaks of the transitory nature of life.
For me, fall usually seems like yet another wonderful aspect of countries where there are four seasons. In Canada, the fall has a specific flavor – that of plum pudding and hot apple cider. Having typed this, I immediately feel that I would like some of those.
By the way, when there is a multitude of butterflies around, you can really hear their wings fluttering as they take their peculiar trajectories around the blossoming bush.