I am a foliage freak.
This is the one time of year I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. It doesn’t last long, and soon enough, with the leaves on the ground, I’ll be dreaming of leaving BDL for the warmth of ABH (Anywhere But Here.)
Set against a bright blue sky, I thoroughly enjoy our autumn colors. And until Saturday night’s heavy rain and wind, I had been thoroughly enjoying my contribution to the autumn tableau. My little tree.
We planted it six years ago. It’s taken shape quite nicely, and produces perfectly yellow foliage. I’ve enjoyed standing by the window in the morning, cup of coffee in hand, admiring this natural work in progress.
The house we live in won’t be ours forever. But when we move on, I may put a rider in the contract that the future owners will have to send me an annual picture of my little tree.
I’ll want to see it when it’s someone else’s big tree.