Only when all the other branches are bare, when the darkness falls heavy and complete in the mid afternoon, while other creatures plan for snow and the approach of winter’s sleep does the yellow tree burst into full neon sunshine, a soliloquy of lemon-lime in sharp, unforgettable contrast to the grey sky, heart-shaped leaves filling the air with every gust of wind. It was another fantastic and much-too-indulgent Thanksgiving with friends and a new baby celebrating his first taste of second-hand feasting.