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The sweet gum at end of the sidewalk is beginning to change to a dark burgundy. The oleander hedge at the street corner barely has any blossoms, but the blue highway flowers are still in bloom. As i drive around the suburban streets, i see bright glowing trees full of autumn color. Here and there a tree is mostly bare, and some trees are still just beginning to turn. Even a row of the same trees on the same street show strong variations.

A colleague and i discussed plane trees. He dismissed them as dull and uninteresting, particularly their dull autumn foliage. I didn't have time to rebut. I find them participating in the full scope of autumn: the leaves develop a green gold tint earlier than other trees change, and the leaves hang on the trees when other trees are bare. True, they are crayola bright, but they act as a chorus behind soloists in red and yellow.

Saturday morning, out to the Farmer's market, was a glorious blue sky morning. This morning at 7 am, the world outside seems silent in a blanket of fog. Mt Hamilton's cameras show the skies clear above this layer of low clouds.

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I'm such a bundle of blues and anxiety. ( Blather as i process and try to get my brain on a different track. )

Well, i'll keep working on that.