Been on Fire with Sally Field
Eventually, over the coming weeks, the rest of the trees will finally get together and go out in in a grandly choreographed stage show of conflagrating colors, and a lot of us will feel strange bursts of happiness and euphoria as a result. Which is another way that Autumn trees are not like dying people. When human beings go out en masse, we don’t get those special feelings. I could probably revisit the bus comment here.
Wait. This was supposed to be a sweetly intended meditation on a newly entered Fall. It's getting away from me.
Anyway, here's some more Fall, courtesy of my wife. Or Autumn, I guess. I never know which one of those words to use. No other season has a synonym. Speaking of confusing, I just spent 10 minutes on Google and still can't figure out conclusively if a cactus is a tree...and for some reason I really don't want to take Joni Mitchell's word for it.