Finis

And that would seem to be the end of a lovely, color-soaked autumn. Rain and wind have bared most of the leaves, which now lie in a moat two feet deep along our street curb. 

Tell me why, then did this little wren wake up this morning with a spring song in his heart? It was the first thing I heard and ran from window to window trying to figure out the source. Well, there he sits, pretty as a pea on the rooftop.