Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
There is a really pretty tree in the side yard with gorgeous “glowing” golden leaves.
I asked Daddy what he thought it was.
“Maple,” he said, and I agreed.
“Sugar maple by the color,” I guessed.
But he wasn’t so sure. The leaves seemed to lack lobes.
So I pulled out my smart phone. Googled fall leaf identification, and within seconds reported, “It’s a red maple. But it says here sometimes they have yellow leaves when the tree is sick.
This one looks dead high up and the woodpeckers have been making holes.”
After a moment, he said, “That’s amazing.”
“You mean my smart phone?” I said, showing it off in my hand.
“No,” he said slowly, looking up. “That tree.”
YOUR MAIL: Corky and Debbie Holloway, of Evans, sent a funny postcard from South Carolina and reports, “Debbie attended the Abundance Women’s Conference in Greenville with three lady friends. I went to Athens and witnessed the Georgia Bulldogs feast on some South Carolina Chickens 24-10. Go, Dogs!”
Paul Day sent a postcard from Amsterdam showing a smiling face of Pope Francis. He added this note: “Pope blesses the Broad Street Ramble.”
(I don’t know about that, Paul, but I do have a Broad Street Ramble T-shirt from the 1970s. It’s lemon yellow with red type highlighting the race’s sponsorship by a bank that no longer exists.)
BONSAI COLOR: Caroline and Fred Wieland have asked me to let you know they will host their 15th Annual Bonsai Open Garden from 1-4 p.m. Dec. 1-2 at their home at 3933 Wood Valley Drive, Aiken.
The Wielands studied bonsai in Japan and have been giving presentations for more than 40 years. Bonsai uses cultivation techniques such as pruning, root reduction, potting, and defoliation to produce small trees that mimic the shape of full-size trees.This event is free to the public. Call (803) 221-2923 for information.
TODAY’S JOKE: A Michigan man left the chill of Detroit for a November vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send her a quick e-mail.
Unable to find the paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife, whose husband had passed way the day before.
When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream and fell to the floor in a dead faint. Hearing the shout, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:
“Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
“P.S. Sure is hot down here!”
Reach Bill Kirby