You could bet they're excited...
Miss Goldie and Mister Orange instinctively know fall is approaching. While I have my printed calendar to announce fall's official arrival, they each have their own internal one which is far more in tune with the seasons.
Having had a summer with lots of rain and sunshine has allowed my friends to have an abundance of lush green leaves. Where, even at a distance of maybe one hundred feet, I could tell by the plumpness of those leaves that they are in an excellent state of health.
And I am happy to see how Miss Goldie and Mister Orange are becoming more and more popular with the readers of my journal. Frankly, the attention they're now receiving, even from readers overseas, is well deserved. Their autumn beauty is meant to be heralded as a "must see."
Unfortunately, however, the last two fall seasons were a disappointment to both me and them. Last summer's approximately five-week drought and the early cold spell from the year before prevented Miss Goldie and Mister Orange from looking their best.
But my gut feeling is that this fall might offer one of their best showings ever. Well, maybe one of their best, at least in my memory. After all, they've been around for hundreds of years, and I haven't.
I first discovered these beautiful trees while taking a walk in the prison's recreation yard. It was autumn, and the leaves of the trees, excluding the pine trees, were in full bloom showing off their reds, golds, browns, and oranges. That's when my eyes first fell upon two particular trees that were outshining the rest.
Stopping to admire their beauty, I was smitten. It was admiration and love at first sight. It has been this way ever since. Even come winter, I would stop and stare beyond the razor wire fences, dreaming of the fall to come. And guess what? It's September. This means another fall is ahead. I cannot wait until it gets here.
D.B.
Having had a summer with lots of rain and sunshine has allowed my friends to have an abundance of lush green leaves. Where, even at a distance of maybe one hundred feet, I could tell by the plumpness of those leaves that they are in an excellent state of health.
And I am happy to see how Miss Goldie and Mister Orange are becoming more and more popular with the readers of my journal. Frankly, the attention they're now receiving, even from readers overseas, is well deserved. Their autumn beauty is meant to be heralded as a "must see."
Unfortunately, however, the last two fall seasons were a disappointment to both me and them. Last summer's approximately five-week drought and the early cold spell from the year before prevented Miss Goldie and Mister Orange from looking their best.
But my gut feeling is that this fall might offer one of their best showings ever. Well, maybe one of their best, at least in my memory. After all, they've been around for hundreds of years, and I haven't.
I first discovered these beautiful trees while taking a walk in the prison's recreation yard. It was autumn, and the leaves of the trees, excluding the pine trees, were in full bloom showing off their reds, golds, browns, and oranges. That's when my eyes first fell upon two particular trees that were outshining the rest.
Stopping to admire their beauty, I was smitten. It was admiration and love at first sight. It has been this way ever since. Even come winter, I would stop and stare beyond the razor wire fences, dreaming of the fall to come. And guess what? It's September. This means another fall is ahead. I cannot wait until it gets here.
D.B.
