Ah yes, the almost-November syndrome. And after relentless days of rain and grey, everything and everyone is a bit ugly. Fickle Mother Nature has followed up her most glorious, colourful days with dismal ones.
Not all the leaves are down - but most. And with all the rain, it makes it difficult to keep on top of the blowing. These pictures were taken before we did our first blowing, and when it stops raining, we will do a second to get what has fallen since.
There is a rumour of wet snow by the end of the week, so I guess things could be worse. We all know it is coming, but not that quickly, please. Our earliest recorded snowfall since we have been here - at least one that stayed - was November 5th. And that same year, the last snowfall was May 5th. Let's not repeat that, shall we.
There was also a bit of an adventure this week retrieving a runaway boat. During one of the high winds, it blew into open water and was spotted moving around the bay. By next morning, it had found shelter on the lee side of Booze Island.
Since our boats have all gone into hibernation, our canoe became the rescue craft. Luckily, there was absolutely no contact with the very chilly water. The end of the story is a happy one, with the errant boat back on terra firma. And some very grateful owners.
Hopefully, the sun will come out soon - maybe in time for the little Trick or Treaters, something that we obviously don't see here - but a costume with a rain coat is just no fun.
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