Last week, when we left for Michigan, our Red Maple was like a fiery torch. Fully clothed in its red leaves, it was like an autumn blaze. When we returned on Saturday, it was practically naked, its leaves had all fallen to the ground and lay there like last week’s scattered confetti. The party’s over. I should get the rake out now, or maybe later. These leaves are not going anywhere, at least until Wednesday. So, why rush into anything now.