October 20

One of my (albeit numerous) complaints about where we live is the lack of actual, discernible seasons. And I especially miss Fall. So when I saw this tree during my walk with Adam this afternoon, I had to pause to admire it:

Mostly golden yellow and orange with a touch of red. It's not quite as vibrant as the ones I remember back home this time of year and it's just one as opposed to an entire hillside filled with rich color, but it was still nice to see. So for this very small blessing that jogged good memories from my past, I'm thankful.