Today I was pondering the foliage or lamenting the lack of color when the following thoughts popped into my otherwise vacant cranium.
The first fall colors that "pop" are the maples and birches, colorful, very colorful. Each tree more flamboyant than the last. They bombard your senses and loudly compete for your attention seemingly crying "pick me, pick me for I am the prettiest and the most vibrant". Soon they fade and the oaks come into their own. The russets, chestnut browns and maroons, each a beautiful color capable of stunning on it's own, but they don't try to dazzle you. Instead their quiet reserve and confidence creates a tapestry of the most gorgeous hues imaginable. This is as far as I got with my reverie, but it made me think of all my friends in their "middle" years and how beautiful we are individually and as a group...we are strong, we are invincible,..... we are Oak Trees???
Bet you never guessed I was this deep ;)