We live on a particularly leafy street.
This particular tree sits right in our front yard, and I spy it through my Weeping Cherry every morning.
The Weeping Cherry, by the way, still boasts a full head of foliage, and my oldest climbs it to read. One day, she’ll be too big for this.
We’re all growing and changing, going through our own seasons, and each change brings its own beauty. I realize that no matter how many times I see the leaves change, it’s still astonishing and new. I’m thankful again for times of barren black branches, abundant green foliage, and then the bright cry of autumn leaves. Each necessary. Each coming around in time.