A faint blush in the Eastern sky where autumn makes her first hesitant steps through the hills and vales of the Lower Similkameen.
Along the creekside waterways the poplar and the alder leaves are golden in the sunshine, where summer still lays claim to the afternoon, tossing her head at the calendar; warming the valley to shirt sleeve and shorts weather and leaving to autumn the alchemy of frosty nights.
In the garden once more the Abraham Darby delights
with its tightly packed petals, its perfume still as perfect now,
in its third flush as it was in June, newly blossoming.
A few feet away a passenger from the Chinese Underground Railway
alights at the new Depot, securely established as a Branch
from the hillside garden!
Yesterday afternoon I visited one of the many fruit stands
that line the highway west of Keremeos
looking for farm fresh eggs.
The market was bustling with travelers
and crammed with colourful bins of apples, pumpkins, squash
and nectarines side by each with all the wonderful fall vegetables.
Sid brought us two boxes of apples and I will set a large pan full of MacIntosh to simmer
for apple sauce and enjoy the marvelous combination of
apples cooking and cinnamon.
'By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
with summer's best of weather
and Autumn's best of cheer'.