Ontario in the fall

You think of the fall and you think of New England. But here I was in Ontario, not the most obvious place or the most fashionable but, for me, absolutely right.

One word summed it up: Panna, my sister or Chordi, as I called her in the Indian style of respect for an older sister. She had lived in Toronto for nearly half a century and I had decided to spend time with her following the death of my mother and also make the most of the timing of my visit by taking in some of the scenery I had seen in the father and daughter Fonda film, On Golden Pond.