Each successive day that we go out on our daily walks into the ravine reveals an inevitable advance in the colour tints that have gradually turned the landscape into a familiar/unfamiliar colour palette of transcendent beauty that catches in our throats and fixes our eyes; no doubt reflected in the lens of our eyes. Of course, we've seen this transformation year over year. But each time it presents, it is both familiar and unfamiliar.

A treat for the eye, that at first you tend to believe is so unique you've never seen its like before. But of course you have. Or a visual treat very close to what you're now so impressed with, as the foliage turns into a kaleidoscope of colour and the sun makes that colour look almost translucent as the rays find their way through the canopy of still-full leaf-mass to illuminate the scene below.

So, day-to-day, we anticipate what will greet us, whether the copse of maples that line a certain shallow valley along the way will yet have reached the apex of their colour change; these are maples whose foliage that, like the poplars and the birch, turn a bright yellow. Other maples in the forest situated elsewhere as stand-alones turn a bright crimson, and many of those leafs have already tumbled to the forest floor. Those leafs from certain poplars that we've seen often which have a bright green stripe running diagonally along the bright yellow, are fascinating in their contrast.

The apples in the many wild apple trees are sweet, moist and ripe, and surprisingly unblemished. For well over a month my husband has selected lovely-looking specimens as Jack and Jill prance with huge expectation around his feet, waiting anxiously to be given small chunks of apple, an afternoon treat during the walk. They are familiar with where the tree that grows these sweetest prized apples is located, tending to stop under it, to look up at my husband, awaiting his reaction.

We've not yet seen an abundance of fungi, but we likely soon will, as the rain events continue and darker, shorter days make their inroads. And then we expect to see bright orange, pale blue, light red and creamy-white mushrooms of various shapes and sizes springing up here and there. Surprisingly, we've come across ordinary-enough-looking mushrooms growing in the crook of a years-dead old ironwood.