My mother flew away home this evening, taking with her the memory of what she saw of Canada in autumn, such as this tree on the shore of Lac Meech yesterday morning. The colour will soon be gone, too, but while the trees have been lit up like this we've feasted our eyes on them in the Arboretum and round Dows Lake, in the grounds of Rideau Hall, in and around Chelsea, and in the Beechwood cemetery, where a fallen leaf was floating in the pond.
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