The best day of the year here, perhaps – 17 degrees. I set out for a walk on the Don Valley Trail and ended up removing and carrying back most of my clothing. It was odd to be in hot sunshine surrounded by dead, dried wildflowers and the leafless branches of trees. Some of the bare branches were covered in soft fuzz, like reindeer antlers – I stopped to stroke them.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much