The sun shone last weekend and the temperatures had us looking at the calendar wondering what month it really was.
I cut these glowing dahlias and brought them indoors.
They grace my mantel, a reminder of the last golden October weekend.
On Monday I took a walk around the Bog. Clouds rolled in and a few fat raindrops fell, a portent of things to come. I arrived home to listen to the news of an attack on two soldiers in Montreal. One of them died.
The wind howled around the corners of the house last night and rain drove hard against the window panes. I dropped Tim off for a flight to Vancouver in the early morning darkness then turned on the radio as I drove home. News of the shooting of another soldier. Captain Nathan Cirillo, part of the honour guard at the National War Memorial, father of one little boy, dead. It's his name I want to remember, not that of his murderer.
May God keep our land glorious and free.