“That
time of year thou mayst in me behold
When
yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon
those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare
ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”—William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73
I
took the photo accompanying this post in early December nearly two years ago at
the Tenafly Nature Center, a couple
of miles from where I live in Bergen County, N.J.
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