This was the view from my office window last week.  It’s been four years since I blogged about “my” maple tree.  I’ve watched it through the seasons for fifteen years now, and it never fails to be breathtakingly beautiful as it greets the fall, hauntingly bare and grim in the winter, hopeful in the spring and a protection from the sun in the summer. 

Like some, I don’t grab my phone every time there is a photo op. But this was different.  I couldn't resist.  I didn't plan to share my picture on Facebook.  I took it just for me.

I love this tree.  It always gives me pleasure.  It looks solidly and reliably the same as it was four years ago when first I wrote about it.

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