It was a splendid fall last week in the park across my house. Yes, I sat there on the bench for many hours, my tree keeping me company. The leaves fell steadily and travelled across the street to my yard. The next day I raked the yard for several hours and piled them high on the street. The village trucks swept them up and carried them off for mulching. Next spring I will visit the garden store, buy mulch for my kitchen garden and grow some wonderful tomatoes, hot peppers, Indian bitter melon, eggplants, cilantro and herbs. My wife will cook tasty curries for lunch. The tree will be a beautiful green. After, I will sit on the bench with a Steinbeck or Amartya Sen, soak up the sun before winter visits again. My tree is good at marking time. It feeds and nourishes my body and my mind. With my tree standing there in the spring, summer, fall and winter, I breathe easy. Its not a fruit tree, but its is a giving tree.