Once home, after a drive to my old stomping grounds, I went right to the bench under the maple tree. Ahhh! What would we do without these glorious old trees. It was +34C and humid.
My company at tea was St. Francis. haha!
I will never take these big 'ol trees for granted.
I love the grand old maples that circle our little spot here.
This is the best time to enjoy them although the vibrant Fall colours are always admired.
With that, though, comes raking of the leaves 'til the cows come home.