I watched the mix of leaves in the trees as I was taken home to my parents for Thanksgiving dinner. Half were green and the rest monochromatic orange colours. The trees had begin to cut off the nutrient supply to their own life support in preparation for the winter and I fully appreciated the pretty scene.
We walked up to my old elementary school and realized we couldn't pull ourselves up on the bars anymore and I couldn't find any salamanders underneath the rocks.
Dinner was served and I laughed during grace. It wasn't my fault, Ren, our foreign guest was caught off-guard and bowed his head, clasping his hands with the bowl of broccoli perched on top. It's a good thing we aren't really that catholic.
There are many great cooks in my life and I love all of their creations but I fully enjoyed my mum's dinner the most. No one puts on a better veggie show than her, her traditional roast diinners are among the most colourful and delicious and canadian things you can decorate a plate with. Hats off, ma.



