Beau and I usually notice a 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 towering maple that spreads its canopy over his driveway is dropping heaps of scarlet leaves all over the truck's hood, an eye grabbing performance if there ever was one. Rounding the corner yesterday and seeing the place stopped us right in our tracks.
Villagers like to compare notes on the colours of local trees in October, and we tell each other about dazzling specimens, exchanging notes whenever we meet on dog walks. The reds have pride of place, but the golden acacias on Byron avenue often get a mention too, ditto the buttery birches, aspens, tamaracks and ginkgos nearby.
The village is slowly sliding into the softer, more earthy hues of late autumn, and seeing a little colour on our walks is a fine thing. Ivan's truck and his magnificent red maple light us up whenever we see them.
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