November is a very odd weather month. Every day this week it's been something different. Monday was bitterly cold with snatches of flurries - actually more like speckles of ice dust. In the centre of the photo out over Lake Ontario you can see one of these pale little storm pockets.
On Tuesday, the air was still and cold. The kayakers were out, paddling their way up 16 Mile Creek.
Down by the Lake, the light was odd and so very clear. I could make out the tower of Niagara Falls and the plume of mist from the Falls.
It really appeared as if one weather system was ready to sit on another.
This was taken with my mighty 12X optical zoom. It would appear that CN tower has been off its carbs for a couple of months....so tall and slim.
On Wednesday, Lake Ontario sounded like a great lake. These two were the only shots I took - I beat a hasty retreat back to town where it was less cold and windy.
And then today - the sun came out and it was a delight to escort Mr. Bart to town. Pretty roses I'd ignored earlier in the week when I had my hat pulled low on my head, almost seemed to lean out over the fence to say hello.
16 Mile Creek looked like a place that you'd want to paddle on today - alas, no paddlers.
We have some of the prettiest and well put together public gardens. This is at our Navy Street Library. Why don't more of us plant these Nipponanthemum nipponicum? Who doesn't want flowers in their garden in November - especially those with nine syllables.
Hard to believe that I'm just steps away from where I took the fierce water photo the day before.
As luck would have it, we're scheduled for more sunshine and warmth. I'm sending out my promise to the universe, that I will indeed plant the remaining bulbs this weekend, after all, who knows what next Monday's weather will bring.