Fall is in the Air

When I lived in Vancouver, I always said I missed fall in Toronto the most. It's a crunchy, dry, intermittently warm season that Toronto leans into. October and November in Vancouver basically means waiting for it to rain more...and more. Don't let other people fool you. I know this from experience as a daily cyclist.

This fall has been bit quiet but not without its adventures: wandering off to Prince Edward County for a vintage market (some French mustard pots and a nice plater for a friend;) Hamilton to help run a popup market at one of the local breweries, and have some solid ramen; a family dinner that has become a welcome tradition since I've moved back.

In even better news, my mother has as clean a bill of health as she's going to get on her wrist: it's healed, but she's 80 so there's some intermittent pain and things aren't perfect. They won't be, but she's OK with it.

Creeping toward the end of fall means winter is on the verge. I wouldn't be surprised if we get snow sometime in November, though not much. The good news though is that leads us on the path to Spring, with its sense of renewal. Onwards we go.