Our new red maple is quickly coming into Cardinal’s colors. When we got this tree, I never thought about the juxtaposition of its natural fall colors with post-season baseball in Saint Louis, but they make a beautiful combination. The last of the three silver maples on the parking strip that came with the house still hangs over it, but is also showing its age. I await the inevitable green dot on its trunk, its mark of death, the mark of the city forester. It’s his tree, as he will tell gladly you. The parking strip is city land. Only pleading stayed its execution years ago, but now I think that its time is nigh. But let not its expected passing grieve you too much, because it has lived a long life and its heir is apparent.
We never did get on our bikes this weekend. Although, we did make it out and walk about a bit. After Anne’s monthly vigil we broke fast at Stratton’s in Clayton. After returning home, we ventured out again, to get our haircuts and also do a shopping at the grocery store. It has been a fair day, a gloriously lazy Sunday, so there is not much more left to report, except that this has been an amazingly successful sports weekend for Saint Louis, Cardinals (twice), Blues and Rams. Saint Louis has given Dave the best birthday present he could hope for.