Nights are getting chilly again, into the lower 40s. Yesterday at noon when I went jogging I noticed the angle of the sun is much lower already, it felt more like 3:00 than 12:00. The maple tree in my front yard started dropping leaves a good week ago, although there aren’t enough to bother raking up yet. I have a hard time raking them anyway. This tree goes bright yellow, not red, and when the leaves are all down on the lawn, and the sun hits them in the afternoon it casts a bright golden glow into my living room. I hate to see that end. But the yard nazi neighbor will probably report me to the city if I don’t rake them immediately. The guy who used to live across the street (nice older man, retired) took out a wonderful old oak tree on the west side of his house. I guess he was tired of raking up the leaves. Now there are just the two birches in the front yard that mostly shed into my yard. One after another people have removed so many trees since I moved in here 16 years ago. My poor old apple tree is in desperate need of pruning, one branch actually broke from the weight of the apples on it this year. The saddest thing is this tree is so tall you can’t get at the apples. I’d need a cherry-picker or a helicopter to fly over and lower me in a basket to pick the apples. Seriously, this tree is at least 30′ tall. The birds and squirrels get most of the good apples on the top.
The shot of the front yard shows my blue spruce, and part of the maple tree. The little faux well is actually my neighbor’s.
Here’s a shot looking southwest from my front porch. The road is wider than it looks here, two cars can pass comfortably. The wide swath of open grass there on the other side is where the oak tree used to be.