Fall has arrived...
I can feel it in the air. But I can also feel it amongst the trees in the woods which surround the prison. They're excited. I know my two tree friends are. Miss Goldie and Mister Orange are already making their plans to dress up and out do their neighbors in what has become a yearly contest of showing off their natural beauty.
Their beauty is how I first discovered them. Walking the prison's huge recreation yard on a bright autumn's day, there they stood. Shining in their magnificent colors only a short distance beyond the electric razor-wire security fences, they stopped me in my tracks.
There I stood, breathless. I couldn't help but to stop and admire them. And in time I would learn they were observing me too. Show-offs know when they’ve got someone's attention. They certainly had mine.
As is the custom of the trees which fill the woods in and around the nearby town of Wallkill, with the exception of a loose scattering of pine trees which keep their leaves green year-round, they love to compete amongst themselves as to who's going to look their best come autumn.
As the regular readers of my journal know, I write about Miss Goldie and Mister Orange often. And with another fall season now here, it's time for them to once again outshine all the other trees.
Therefore, I cannot wait until they begin to put on their garments of colorful leaves. Miss Goldie will once again display her gorgeous golden colors. While Mister Orange will again dress up in regal looking shades of orange, which I can only describe as colors befitting a king.
But for me, the bad news is that our main outdoor recreation yard has been closed for more than a month now. They're doing some kind of construction work, and so the yard remains closed. I don't know when it will reopen. This, of course, means that for now, my beloved friends are out of view. How I miss them!
D.B.
Their beauty is how I first discovered them. Walking the prison's huge recreation yard on a bright autumn's day, there they stood. Shining in their magnificent colors only a short distance beyond the electric razor-wire security fences, they stopped me in my tracks.
There I stood, breathless. I couldn't help but to stop and admire them. And in time I would learn they were observing me too. Show-offs know when they’ve got someone's attention. They certainly had mine.
As is the custom of the trees which fill the woods in and around the nearby town of Wallkill, with the exception of a loose scattering of pine trees which keep their leaves green year-round, they love to compete amongst themselves as to who's going to look their best come autumn.
As the regular readers of my journal know, I write about Miss Goldie and Mister Orange often. And with another fall season now here, it's time for them to once again outshine all the other trees.
Therefore, I cannot wait until they begin to put on their garments of colorful leaves. Miss Goldie will once again display her gorgeous golden colors. While Mister Orange will again dress up in regal looking shades of orange, which I can only describe as colors befitting a king.
But for me, the bad news is that our main outdoor recreation yard has been closed for more than a month now. They're doing some kind of construction work, and so the yard remains closed. I don't know when it will reopen. This, of course, means that for now, my beloved friends are out of view. How I miss them!
D.B.
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