On a crisp, clear morning like this, I sometimes wish I could stay home forever. Just sitting on the back steps, taking it all in. The grass spangled with yellow walnut leaves. The yard framed with golden walnut trees .A shaft of sunlight angling through the open branches, suffusing the air and a piece of the big vegetable bed with its luminous beam. Yellow and green, yellow and green. With a few spots of pale brown among the pin oak leaves, and several specks of purple and pink among the pear leaves, and a few hints of orange amid the maple. So striking a leafscape, a landscape, I was momentarily transfixed by it.
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