The tree has been green all summer, but now it tries red…copper… even gold. Soon leaf after leaf will be discarded, there will be nothing but bare tree, soon it will be almost time to start over again. — Linda Pastan, Carnival Evening, excerpted from Ars Poetica
This sugar maple has grown tremendously since we purchased the house more than 20 years ago. More often then not, it presents glorious fall color.