If you’ve read this blog for a number of years, you’ve heard me talk about the maple tree outside my bedroom window and how much it means to me. We planted it when we first moved into this house, more than 37 years ago now. I’ve watched it grow into a beautiful, mature tree. This tree has been with me through a lot of life – through both joyful and challenging times. Each fall, it’s one of the last trees to turn. It used to turn the most incredibly bright, vibrant red. When the light was just right, my entire bedroom was infused with a red glow from the tree.
Over the last decade, the tree has had some health issues, but thanks to a wonderful arborist, it has continued to thrive. Saldy, it no longer turns the vibrant red of its younger years, but more of an orangey rust color. It’s still beautiful, but I’m grateful that I not only have the earlier years preserved in photos of all my cats in front of the tree, but also in this beautiful painting by Bernadette Kazmarski. Click here to read the backstory of how it came about.
This year, the tree turned a brighter orange than it had in previous years. The other day, I captured a series of photos of Allegra with the tree – I thought you’d enjoy them.
Something caught her attention up there!
Oh look, a squirrel down below!
And as a finale, my beautiful girl posed in front of the tree in all its glory.
The beauty of the tree at its peak color is, of course, fleeting. Thankfully, Allegra’s beauty is not!
