On My Walks

On My Walks

I think there are more leaves on the ground now than on the trees.  A few deciduous trees are still green and a few are completely bare. They remind me of class discussions of outliers back in my statistics days. There’s always a small number at each end of the continuum.

Sometimes I feel like an outlier too, but am I more like a green tree amongst others bright with rich colors or if I am more like the bare tree anxious to get on with dormancy so I can releaf again in the spring? Hmmmm….