Fall, Leaves, Fall

Kudos to the arborists who planned and/or planted this town. No matter what season it is, something is in bloom. And, in contrast to Oakland, whose trees seem oblivious to the passage of time, Autumn actually happens here. I love it.

While the mulberry trees in the backyard are kind of uninspiring at this time of year, the oak out front is glorious. Every Fall color you could want hangs up there in November.

Three days ago, we raked. The oak tree laughed at us and tossed down a new batch of leaves.
Clara accepted the tree's challenge.

There was some jumping and rolling around.

There was tossing.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. -Emily Bronte