Does staring at my maple tree make me materialistic? Because it is an object…I do love it…and I can’t stop staring at it while I eat meals at my dining table. I told Paul we could never move because I’d miss my maple. He quickly said that was the best money he ever spent. Wise guy.
Alas, the crimson leaves are now falling with the temperatures and I find myself baking again and making stews and soups. Welcome fall.