There are select fall leaves that are still stubbornly hanging onto those branches. In protected spots, and surprisingly some trees out in the open.
My heart goes out to those trees, buffeted, and blown. November frosts have not yet touched them.
And they are barely noticed by us as we scuttle by in the driving rain, intent on our errands.
I wonder if they wait for the rare sunshine days to see us scatter them with our feet.
All their hard work of growing during the summer wasted on those who do not always see their beauty?
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams