there are two maple trees at the corner where harvey turns into waverly. i remember the smaller tree from last fall, when it stood stunningly and impudently redder than its elder amid the other trees. today the leaves of the bigger tree have turned copper, a prelude to crimson.
yesss. the mugginess of summer is making way for my favorite season. the long week has become the weekend. my cough is responding to the budesonide. HOM returns today from his trip. a school of blackbirds decides to frolic in my backyard. and a little red robin streaks through it.
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