recovery under wisdom trees

it was a picture taken in hamilton gardens, north island, new zealand. just a couple of months ago. it was easy to spot the tree lighting from a distance. winter was coming but that did not stop the drift of her autumn fragrance which summoned a small crowd from afar. her one last blaze by our watchful gaze.
fourteen degrees of cool marked that day. a wind toss came and the drama began. she strewn her yellow top and kept the rest of us running like children, eager to catch the linen leaves which flowed from sky to earth, now descending, trailing the magic seen whenever the last fires of sunset burned.

i like this pic. it encapsulates so much of what an undefined minute of happiness feels; under the thin shade of a shining tree (was it sweet chestnut, linden or hornbeam?). a season's death ushers the last dance to life... when the westwind moves, giving gold to every edge on the field...