November is coming to an end, soon. The last days of Autumn have arrived. My neighbor has an Ash tree in her frontyard, which always puts its golden dress on first. Then the other trees will follow to dance in the “Autumn Ball”, until the wind will take their foliage and makes them bare until the beginning of March, when they start to show their beautiful blooms. I take it all in, before it will be all gone and Winter knocks on the door.