Day 278: Roses

A long walk through the town took us into the cemetery and then to Upper Crust.  Spinach gorgonzola pizza always makes me happy.   I was so upset last night that I needed to regain perspective.  October is  the month when April and Colin got married, but also when we lost Dad.  It was just one debate, the bad one, he'll turn it around next time.  That's balance.

Canadaway Creek at the Risley St. Bridge

A yard on Maple Ave.

My Dad

Forest Hill Cemetery

A rose on Newton St.

Just as we were about to cross the bridge, the heron took off and flew upstream. 

You can just barely see it against the Willow.

Mums in our yard

The last of the Angel's Trumpets along the front walk.