Riches

There is hardly a place and time in Ontario more beautiful than a September meadow. The past few weeks have been wired with worries about work and money, but these roadside treasures caught my eye on the way home this afternoon. All I needed was eyesight to make me wealthy, and the camera made me a philanthropist.

It reminded me of the country house I called Elmbrae, where I lived when Marian and Brenna were little. We had one of these meadows. In spring it turned white with blossoms of hawthorn, wild apple and chokecherry. In fall it became resplendent with asters and goldenrod. A meadow recalls moments in life that are worth holding onto. Today it gave me peace.

I want to make a tapestry of these colours.