September 30 I took a picture of the maple tree outside my bedroom window. Here are the leaves now. I suppose that I could wax poetic about the seasons of our lives, but winter is coming, my least favourite time of the year. Not because it doesn't look beautiful and not because I mind the cold - but shovelling, scraping, driving on slippery roads and snow boots get me down. And this tree is telling me that it won't be long now.
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