Meanwhile, autumn has arrived on the neighborhood trees. Our redbud decided last night to turn yellow and drop all her leaves. The maples in our neighborhood are putting on quite a show, as well.
When we moved here, the streets were lined in the ubiquitous tree of all subdivisions: the Bradford pear. Gorgeous in spring, pretty in fall, cheap and quick-growing, the Bradford is popular anywhere that you need to toss in landscaping on the fly. But they only live about 20 years, and ours are reaching their limit. Plus, they're all infected with Fire Blight.
So the entire neighborhood is transitioning its trees, one house at a time, to things like red maple. And the result is a patchwork of trees in which there are still short, round pears boasting deep red leaves but also now tall, fluffy-leaved maples that have turned orange, yellow, and a red that's almost hot pink. It's much better, more varied and complex and interesting.
This morning, Iain woke at 6:44, talking away in his crib. But he seems happy enough, most mornings, to interview his teddy bears for a good Charlie Rose time period. So I stayed under the covers until 7:20. Even with that later start, though, by 9:45 I was out of fun. So we went to the grocery to replenish the veggie and fruit bowls. Observe the results:
Iain's happy about it, too. Given his fruit habit (about 2-3 whole pieces a day, depending on what he's offered), he likes to see that bowl full.
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Three singing pigs say LA LA LA!
No no, you say, that isn't right! The pigs say OINK all day and night!
I don't even have to look at the pages anymore.
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