It happened overnight. Yesterday the leaves on the trees were a uniform green. Tonight the trees are sporting a pastel blend.
Sort of like we humans growing old. One day we're eighteen and the next combing hair over bald spots and carrying a tube of Ben Gay in our pockets.
Trees get the better deal when it comes to reaching the end of a cycle - their riots of color create a festive mardi gras mood. People develop hollow cheeks following tooth loss, walk with one hand on their hips, and lift their bellies to buckle their belts - not the sorts of things that inspire others to boogie down.
Perhaps some food coloring on the sagging skin? Nah.
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