My Tree
In front of my house is a huge maple tree. It's beautiful. I would argue the best tree on the block. I think most of my neighbors would agree, except for that random couple who hates trees, and dogs, but that's another story.
The first fall we were in our house the tree was really overgrown so much so that the lowest branches were easily within arms length all the way around the tree. That year the tree turned the most gasp inducing shade of gold. People would stop and take pictures in front of it. When the sun hit it just right the whole house danced in a full spectrum of the deepest yellows.
Our tree hasn't turned that gold since but has traversed shades of orange, brown, and burnt-tuscan-dew-on-a-winter-morn. This year it's teasing me with reds. The tip of the tree has turned and the color is slowly working its way down to the lower leaves. I'm hoping it gets so red it looks on fire, I may be a little disappointed. Then again, it's just nice to have a big ol' tree in my front yard that likes to mix things up a bit.
It's true. It is the best tree on the block. I would like to place an order for one of it's saplings. Our hideous hedges have got to go and something has to help obstruct the view to Wolly's.
ReplyDeleteI've got a little bun in the oven, just for you...I mean a sapling, not a baby!
ReplyDeleteI remember the tree, wish I could attach a photo I've got of that golden autumn, with the sun shining through the leaves. I think we filled 37 bags of leaves that year, once they all fell (heh). Wish I could come out and rake leaves again :)
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