On a tree outside my window

One of the pleasures of my current room is this bright yellow tree. My iPhone camera doesn’t do it justice.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of an incident on a bus ride I took in England almost exactly 7 years ago. I was on my way to Bromyard for John Fox’s funeral. I thought the older lady across the aisle had dropped a bus schedule and pointed it out to her. She said it wasn’t hers, but that broke the ice and she told me she was on the bus in order to enjoy the seasonal colours of the leaves. Being from Quebec, I hadn’t noticed any, but politely held my tongue.