After school today my daughter and I simply stood amid the green branches of the Japanese maple at the front corner of the house, immersing ourselves in precision-cut, flaming red leaves. Blushing hotly, the maple is at its peak of fall color, and the very first leaves are beginning to curl and drop. When I ducked out of the branches after our reverie, several tiny red leaves were clinging to my fuzzy jacket. Very soon the show will be over, so I’m spending a lot of time just gazing at it.
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