I look out my bedroom window and I see on of my favorite trees right there. It's small, but I can see it's green leaves when I look out at it.
I'm afraid this tree isn't doing to well. It is loosing it's leaves. The ones that manged to stay on are turning yellow. It has never done that this early. It make me unhappy, to the tree like this.
I think of it, at the end of spring, my Dad thought the leaves on the tree didn't look as green, or as big. I didn't notice. I'm thinking he was right. It's a shame really.