Trees tell the story of time. Standing on the rocky Georgian Bay shore scanning the tree line, I see hints of red, yellow and orange.
The autumn chill is in the air.
Labour Day is the last blast of summer vacation before school starts. This year, school is starting a week late to give schools an extra week to get organized amidst the chaos of the pandemic.
Our family usually goes camping over Labour Day weekend. This year, we chose a day trip back to Killbear Provincial Park.
We were at Killbear earlier this summer and T loves it here – we all do – so we went back.
It was cloudy, windy and cool when we first arrived. But the clouds soon parted and the sun came out, revealing a beautiful late summer afternoon.
Since our first visit with T in 2016 at age 1, we started a tradition of taking a photo of him by the windswept Killbear Tree.
It’s a wonderful way to tell the story of the passage of time.
Of when he was just starting to take his first steps and getting confident with walking in July 2016.
To a return visit in July 2017 when he’s a full on road runner, charging up and down the rocky shores with confidence.
To our most recent visit this weekend – September 2020 – where you could see his growth spurt.
I look forward to many more visits to Killbear over the years to come.
I hope to print, frame and hang these photos one day.
Soon, the tree canopies in Ontario will be draped in the fiery and warm colours of Fall before they are covered in Winter’s snow and ice; naked in the cool early days of Spring before they bloom in the reemergence of Summer again.
Time flies so quickly and I’m thankful for the wonderful memories we made over this unusual and challenging summer.