White Rabbits, White Rabbits, - scouting out shelter on the 1st of November.

But before we welcome the Melancholy Month a fond farewell to Glorious October.

The last day of the month gave little promise of the pleasures to come, - damp and misty, and the clouds hung low as we went to church.  We came out of the church doors to a pelting rainstorm, but two hours later the sky was blue, the clouds were summery and the sun was in and out, playing hide and seek with first one grove of golden trees, and then spotlighting another lone light shimmering beacon.

Before the after lunch nap I went for a short walk, down through the orchard

The newly picked apple trees extended a cool and shadowy invitation to linger

The arching boughs made a dim tunnel that stretched into the distance and 

as they flickered through the golden branches a half a dozen

woodpeckers searched for gleaners apples

The subdued colours in the garden glowed in the sunlight

and on the deck an inquisitive ghost hung from the ceiling,

anticipating Halloween visitors

A few of these seen on the streets of town

But the ones who delighted our hearts most were the two little

pumpkin great grandsons who came to entertain

us with a tune and fill their little pumpkin pails

with goodies.

At midnight, precisely, November sent swirling winds amongst

the trees, and this morning the ground was

covered with gold and russet leaves.

But still, on the way to Penticton  the hills were alive with the most

beautiful shades of yellow, and I wished for 

wings to fly over the countryside and follow the creek that flows down from 

 Yellow lake, lined with golden Aspen and Poplars and beautifully shaded shrubs

A lovely day and I came home with some paper whites and three new Amaryllis!