THE PRETTIEST TREE.
Some say it’s the maples. Not me. Oh sure, they’re bright and varied. Sometimes wearing their best yellow outfit, sometimes the red one. And even sometimes, remaining fickle to the end, only their leaf tips turn red, like the ladies who paint their nails red but leave their hair undone. Typical trophy tree, if you ask me. All beauty, no bark, I guess you would say. It’s the under-appreciated trees of Fall that hold my affection. The quiet ones, at least until they decide to show the flashy trees a thing or two. Resting unnoticed next to the lookers, they unfold gently. The seekers of rare beauty must pay close attention. No platinum blondes in this crowd, just that subtle glowing beauty which is the sign of inner wealth. Watch for the sassafras tree while you’re out this Fall, and the sweet gum as well. You’ll see what I mean. ~B