Trees in September are like first graders in art class. Given identical instructions and supplies, every individual turns out a unique finished product.
Now trees, pay attention. Take your leaves, cells, and hydrocarbon tails; drain the green pigment from your chloroplasts, and show your remaining colors. Listen carefully, boys and girls. Take your orange and black paper, scissors and glue; cut out your shapes, and make a jack-o-lantern.
Voila! The perimeter of the yard and the fence posts on the bulletin board present an array of design, shape, hue, size, space, and expression of such impressive variety to quicken the heart, made no less spectacular and charming that it happens every year. The dogwoods are the first to begin it, and the bats, like encouraging art teachers, announce it overhead. dkm
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