Here’s what it means to me How beautiful the trees grow old, how full of light and color are their last days John Burroughs Sitting by the window this morning with beautiful sunshine coming in, I am studying the tree just outside. It’s a funny tree, it produces one apple each year. This year the apple shriveled up and died during the hot weather. Now, it’s leaves are turning yellow, and in the sunlight it looks glorious, all yellow and green and beautiful. But I know the leaves will soon drop and tree will become brown just like all the other trees around the house and which I can see…