We are on the tipping point of winter. Worthless amounts of snow, almost insulting quantities, covered the car two mornings during the work week. So trivial was the snow thickness and consistency that I bothered not brushing it off the car but instead let it blow off by itself once I was in motion. True validation of joke snow.
Our big oak trees lost their leaves weeks ago but the young oak, but a pup, clings to its foliage now rendered a clay red color. A joy to stand under, alone and lost in positive thought, on a cold blue sky day with a cup of tea in hand. I must check on the young elm that grows too close to our foundation. It poses no threat now but in years to come as its subterranean girth increases it may infiltrate the basement or worse, cause damage to the house. I'll consult my step-father-in-law for advice on moving the elm to safer ground. He'll know, he always does. Our catalpa trees tower over the house. We don't yet understand how, when or if their dried up leaves will fall to earth. Further study is required.
