November 1: I’m excited about Fall, and ambitious. I’ll paint the most complicated leaves I can find.
November 7: Ooooooo. The first REDS. There’s a leaf from the Japanese maple in the front yard in there, which has just turned from dull maroon into brilliant vivid crimson.
November 17: Here’s how I learn all about BROWN, and when a single oak leaf turns into a complete Fall landscape.
November 30: All the trees are bare, and the leaves are scattered on the ground like bits of old wrapping paper, torn and worn, pushed by cold winds into the farthest corners of the yard.