As you’ll know if you’ve read this post, autumn is garbing Manhattan in her finery. During this time, I became particularly fond of this tree:
Bright green and frolicking in the heat all summer, now, while all the trees are busy donning their russet wardrobe, this little one decided to go a sassy yellow. It’s little leaves trembled in the fall breezes and the yellows and pale greens seemed to twinkle defiantly as the days began to grow shorter and cooler. I was inspired to flex my burgeoning artistic muscles with this rendition of the whole tree (nah, doesn’t do it justice), and this one of just a branch (better, and Mother Nature’s original soooo much better!).
Hurricane Sandy is heading this way, so the winds have been picking up for the past day or so. I went out yesterday to take pictures of the leaves before they all fly away and there was my little, yellow tree. A few stalwart leaves clinging to its tensile branches. And the rest? In the curb, by the fence, in the tree bed…Stay strong little tree. You’re beautiful, leaves or not!