Usually, I tell you a story and take you with me. Let you see what I am seeing, taste what I am tasting and to smell what I am smelling. Fall is such an expressive season, I don’t have to work hard to bring those sensations to you.
This last weekend my sister and I went for a walk in Cape Breton on the County Line Road, an area the locals call the highlands. We walked down to the village of West Bay, where my sister and I grew up. Please read Cape-Breton-part-2-a-tourist-at-home, for more of the area.
My sister breathed in deep and said, “I love the fall…. cinnamon smells….” something like that. I missed the part in the middle. She has lived there all her life. She knows the nuances of the changing seasons in her area like nothing I can describe. Several years ago we did the same walk, a little earlier in the season, and I remember she told me about the little purple flowers that bloom in September that signal the end of summer. I now notice them here in New Brunswick.
We went to Marble Mountain beach once in mid-August and she was able to point out a tree, “Just around the bend, on the left side of the road. The Maples will already start changing colour.” I am always impressed with her awareness of her local climate.
This fall has been busy and I haven’t had a chance to complete all my stories. And the month is ticking away
The above photo is from the grape harvest in Kingston, New Brunswick at Dunhams-run-winery I am working on a follow up to that story so please stay tuned for it.
On my way back from Cape Breton, I detoured over to Parlee Beach to get some photos. I had been there in July and took photos but some how they have disappeared, and I have a post ready to go that requires pictures. So keep watch for my Parlee Beach post.
The beach was getting some off-season maintenance and there were tire tracks furrowed through the lovely sand, plus the sky was gray. I came away with mediocre photos of arguably the top beach in New Brunswick, and I was a little disappointed. However, as I departed a field of flowers caught m eye. It was enclosed with a wooden fence and a backdrop of the trees changing colours that was very attractive. I braked hard, pulled over to the side of the road and parked. Toting my camera I stepped over the fence and captured various angles and closeups. Loved this spot.
I have done several hikes in my local area of Oromocto, New Brunswick. You know I never go anywhere without my camera and I am glad. It was such a pretty day, I had to share a couple of spots along the trail of the Gateway wetlands conservation area. Hope you enjoy them.
Happy travels from Maritime Mac.
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