. . has now lost nearly all of its leaves and is . . denuded.
Fortunately, at least for awhile, it has a neighbor that is in the height of it's golden haze before it drops its leaves.
All of which gives me an opportunity to post one of my favorite songs. And, no, it's not Autumn Leaves.
That's the late (1942-1981) Harry Chapin doing one of his (and my) favorite songs. Like those beautiful Maple leaves, I miss him.
