I have been complaining for a couple weeks now that our maple tree just isn’t living up to its potential. Our neighbors have a brilliant, perfect red one going on in their front yard, while ours looked more like some sort of sickly bruise, a strange blend of purples and yellows.
So it was with pleasure that I glanced out my window this evening and saw the sunglight catching the leaves just so. You know, when it looks like the whole tree is just aflame. Apparently, our maple is just a late bloomer.
Of course, I immediately did what any good blogger would do. I ran outside with my camera and took way too many pictures.
It’s the first day of November, with fall firmly entrenched, and it’s a balmy 68 degrees out. If this is how November wants to be, she can hang around as long as she likes.