My house is on the side of a Mountain adjacent to Sherbrook Forest. The forest is dominated by giant mountain ash trees kin to the red woods of Northern California. There trees are breath taking in their own right however, during the fall and winter they retain their leaves thus leaving only the calender and the temperature to herald the change of seasons.

Since the house is on the mountain side the main part of my home is on the second floor. Just outside the kitchen window you can see the top of a lonely maple tree in the backyard. The maple is out of place amongst the ash, eucalypts, acacia and wattle. However, this little maple screams at the top of it’s little tree lungs that autumn has arrived. I love the stark color contrasts of the maple in it’s full length red attire and the lush eucalypt carpet of the valley.

That brings me to this misty raining Saturday morning, camera in my hand …