Starting to let go. The big tree in front of the Town offices provides a pretty view for us three seasons a year. OK, four. Winter snow clinging to the branches can look quite nice in certain light, too. In October, various stages of leave-goodbyes keep my eyes riveted.

We keep holding on. Smack dab in the middle of our front lawn, the dogwood is attempting to prove that my notion that the leaves are staying up on the limbs longer than usual this year and give us a pop of color all at the same time.

Ghosts, too. Driving my dear wife Karen to the eye center for her morning shift Tuesday, retired-guy-I spotted some changing-leave brightness to my left on the neighboring block. I quick-parked on my way back home and pulled my iPhone out for a photo. The Halloween’s-coming characters dancing at the bottom of the tree were a…