Begins the Fall
The leaves are changing here in Illinois.
Richard Strauss’s Four Last Songs are my favorite of his works. The second song, “September,” speaks of golden leaves falling from an “acacia” tree, by which is meant the black locust or false acacia; this thornless honey locust on the way to the bus stop suggests the same idea.
The maple trees on the west side of Goodwin Avenue start turning early. I think this poor tree is dying, but ere it goes it gives us variegated leaves against a very blue sky.