Trip to town yesterday--the soprano maples naked, replaced by the contralto of the oaks. The stars of the day were the sycamores, leafless (and whose leaves are never interesting, spring/summer/fall) but whose glorious bark was shining white in the late afternoon sun. Glowing like candles. They definitely are their best in winter.
The falling leaves drift by my window The Autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the Summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old Winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling, When Autumn leaves start to fall
Howard Dean is first and best. All across the country. Unlike autumn color change, which in Oak Park was green-brown-gone.
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ReplyDeleteTrip to town yesterday--the soprano maples naked, replaced by the contralto of the oaks. The stars of the day were the sycamores, leafless (and whose leaves are never interesting, spring/summer/fall) but whose glorious bark was shining white in the late afternoon sun. Glowing like candles. They definitely are their best in winter.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Puddle. Lovely description!
DeleteThe photo reminds me of a song, what else is new?
ReplyDeleteThe falling leaves drift by my window
The Autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the Summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old Winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling,
When Autumn leaves start to fall
- Johnny Mercer
Beautiful thread to come upon!!
ReplyDeleteThe best part of my day was opening the mailbox and finding thank-you cards from the Grands in Maine! ♥ ♥
puddle, when does Mike come to fix your phone line??
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