On the first of each month, I'm taking pictures of and writing about the big tree in my backyard.
To judge from the grass, many of the tree's leaves have fallen.
But when you look up into the branches, you see a wholly different picture. A tree this old is slow to lose its leaves. Though some have turned gold and fallen, many green leaves remain. It looks like I will be raking for at least a few more weeks. But that's okay. I like the way that the tree slowly prepares for the coming winter, as if to remind me, "hey, what's the hurry?"