. . . love the one you’re with.
– Stephen Stills
Are we being exhorted to cheat on an absent partner or to appreciate what’s in front of us? Opinions vary, just as people do. And leaves, for that matter.
For the last 18 years in Ottawa, I waited for the fall colours with great anticipation — browns and earth tones, yellows and golds, oranges and bronzes, reds and purples — but especially the last two. As my circumstances permitted, I observed them in passing while driving around town, planned photo shoots at city parks, made day trips to local viewpoints, and inveigled someone to drive me along backroads in maple country. Even in below-average years with faded colours on stressed-by-drought trees, it was glorious. It wasn’t just a tree here and there: whole valleys, whole hillsides were lit up.