The Icing

The autumn leaves . . . .
drift by my windows . . .
the autumn leaves . . .
of red and gold . . .

That's the beginning of a melancholy song I learned to play on the ukulele in 6th grade. The song devolves into a meditation on how much the singer/writer misses his lost love. Sigh. Sap.

I love that Fresno actually has fall. The leaves ARE turning red and gold. Every year, I look forward to watching the leaves on three trees in the parking lot near my office. Two of the trees get dark red leaves. The other one, a Chinese Pistache, has leaves that turn bright red. The trees remind me of the magic of autumn in which everything changes: color, weather, trees. Soon, the trees will acquire a different beauty (one associated with bare branches juxtaposed against stormy skies), but now they are a gorgeous tribute to a season that I missed during my Arizona years.