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A counting of blessings . . .

Skies blue enough to swim in, Fall sunshine, still warm but gentler now than summer’s pounding intensity.

Apple Factory - Harvest Apple Factory - Harvest     Apple Factory - Harvest Apple Factory - Harvest

Pumpkin, squash and indian corn; orange dominating, but highlighted in shades of yellow, cream and gold, with dashes of green for contrast – resonant with the gratitude of harvest. Farm-store feeding frenzy – the busiest day of the year; pies, pies and more pies – apple, blueberry, bumble-berry, pumpkin (of course) and more, flying from the shelves.

St. Elias Church St. Elias Church   St. Elias Church St. Elias Church - bell tower    St. Elias Church St. Elias Church

A fantasy of domed turrets from a Russian folk-tale beckons, resolving into fabulous, wooden Eastern Catholic church, St. Elias. Ukrainian folk-song, hauntingly wraps round me as I absorb the sense of shared thankfulness of the apple festival, of a place truly built to the glory of God.

Counting caterpillars as we walk (along with blessings), furry brown and orange, exuberance bursting from us, hearts full.

Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Rolling Hills in Fall Finery

” Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue”, over a jewelled landscape; flying, flung free a while –  it is not difficult to relate to the thought of “touching the face of God”. (Read more)

Terra Cotta Conservation Area Terra Cotta Conservation Area     Terra Cotta Conservation Area Terra Cotta Conservation Area
Terra Cotta Conservation Area Terra Cotta Conservation Area   Terra Cotta Conservation Area Terra Cotta Conservation Area   Terra Cotta Conservation Area Terra Cotta Conservation Area
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Reflected reds, golds and greens; the shimmering of Aspens caressed by a warm breeze; an occasional flurry of yellow leaves, swirling like snow; a single splash of red, spiralling downward; cathedral columns, drawing the eye heavenward.

A perfect day for thanks-giving!

The Saturday of Thanksgiving Weekend, 2013

On laughter-silvered wings . . .

I never had any doubt that Paul could fly . . . !

Yesterday we made use of the second half of his Charity Auction present to himself, flying up and away over the autumn glory of the Hills of the Headwaters on the edge of Niagara escarpment near Brampton (to the north-west of Toronto). In what was really a brief pre-flying lesson, I thought he might take the controls for a short while.  In the end, the only thing he didn’t do was land the plane as there was a little turbulence. From taxi, to take-off, to climbing to cruising height and holding steady, banking round to return to Brampton Flight Centre, he did it all. Very impressive!

  The Flying Lesson Begins The Flying Lesson Begins    Paul at the Controls Paul at the Controls    Back on the Ground Back on the Ground - Gina and Paul

I’m also thinking he now has significant influence with ‘the clerk of the weather’; just as for our harbour cruise on his birthday, we had the most perfect sunny day. Magic! I got to sit in the back seat and take photos.

A Landscape Cut Through by Gullies A Landscape Cut Through by Gullies     Looking Across Brampton to Ontario's Shore Looking Across Brampton to Ontario's Shore     Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Rolling Hills in Fall Finery
Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Rolling Hills in Fall Finery     Caledon's Quarries Caledon's Quarries     Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Rolling Hills in Fall Finery
Caledon Ski Hills Caledon Ski Hills     Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Serious Horse Country!     Hills of the Headwaters Hills of the Headwaters - Rolling Hills in Fall Finery
Edge of Runway Edge of Runway     A Typical Ontario Road Through the Hills and Fields A Typical Ontario Road Through the Hills and Fields     Coming in to Land Coming in to Land

(Click on any image to enlarge and page through photos with brief descriptions.)

 

This poem was on the wall at Brampton Flight Centre. It captures so well the feeling of the day . . .

 

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

The Starship Enterprise?

“Your pilot on this Air Transat flight today is Captain Picard. . . “

We had a great flight in comfortable leather seats, flying club class (only an £80 premium each for more than twice the luggage allowance, as well as all the perks!). Champagne, great food and snacks (the maple sugar fudge hit the spot) and my first taste of Canadian Ice Wine, with really comfortable leather seats and the friendliest service.

As when we visited in June, we flew into bright sunshine – the weather at present is glorious if coldish, with a warm spell anticipated in which to enjoy the fall colours. Paul, our realtor, met us at the airport and brought us to our temporary home (see later entries).

So we are now safely on Canadian soil!