Color

 

And then my favorite. This is the view as I exit the driveway of our mobile home park. There is a whole row of  those bright red trees. I  don’t know what they are but every year I look forward to seeing the bright fire red of those trees and every year, when the wind blows them all away, I want to mourn the loss of those beautiful fire red leaves. Then I wait, patiently, until the next time they appear.