Chris and I spent one last weekend at Buffalo Point before her surgery. It was still a little before prime colours I thought, but the colours were still wonderful. Sometimes we just have to be satisfied with what we have.
After we unloaded our stuff, we sat on the deck and enjoyed a lovely fall day. Chickens were twittering non-stop as if they were getting ready for the winter to come.
The next day I went for a stroll thinking the colours were too green. With hindsight, I think I was too critical.
The second day the colours looked better than the first. Could they really change so much in one day?
Next morning. I went for a quiet stroll with my camera. This would be my last day to soak in fall colours.
The pond and lake were perfectly calm. It gave us trust that things would work out.
I was not in a hurry for autumn to come, because I knew what came after it. Ominous winter. This year that uneasy feeling was amplified because Chris would have surgery a couple of days after we returned.
Golf courses have some use, besides chasing little white balls.