We're in the final days of Autumn. The days are getting decidedly crisper in their coolness, as if the sun doesn't quite pack the same punch in the afternoon already. And in a final flurry of seasonal duty, our tree just dumped 3/4 of its leaves in a matter of days. It reminds Steve and I of the eternally funny Meaning Of Life...
I looked out of my bedroom window a few days ago and was greeted with some morning sun on our beautiful Liquidambar tree. I gazed at the thinning leaves on the branches, soaked in their gorgeous autumn colours. And slumped my head and hunched my shoulders as I cursed the brown leaf carpet across the entire lawn. But really, in perspective, a once a year task worth all the raking, if enjoying the majesty of this tree is the reward.
