That tree

The Japanese maple in front of our house is my favorite tree. When we had it trimmed this summer, the arborist told me it is the largest green Japanese maple he has ever seen. I don't doubt it. It's huge. It has started turning deep red and the leaves will drop soon.  It's always the last tree in the neighborhood to go, signaling winter is on its way.  I feel it coming too.  It's time for soups and stews, baking bread and making quilts, wool sweaters and socks.  I'm ready.  Well, I will be when we find the bin of hats and gloves.  I wonder where in the world I could have put it.