Beau and I usually notice our neighbor's bright red Toyota truck on our walks, but at this time of the year, his whole yard is a thing of beauty. The old maple that spreads its canopy over his driveway is doing its autumn thing and dropping heaps of leaves all over the truck's hood, a eye grabbing performance in riotous scarlet. Rounding the corner yesterday and seeing the place stopped us right in our tracks.
Villagers like to compare notes on turning maples in autumn, and we tell each other about dazzling specimens whenever we meet on dog walks. The golden acacias on Byron avenue often get a mention too, ditto the buttery birches and ginkgos.
With the slow return of the village and its wild places to quieter, more earthy hues, a little red (or gold) is a fine thing in late autumn. Ivan's flamboyant truck and his magnificent maple fill us with quiet pleasure, every time we see them.
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