In my yard, it's beginning to look like winter now. Most of the trees have lost their leaves. No snow has fallen yet, but it's just a matter of days. This tree is stubbornly hanging on to a last little bit of color. In the spring, it's like a waterfall of white blossoms. Now, it's a little drizzle of gold.
There is color on my deck, though; the little family of feral cats who make their home there.