Hickory Wind . . . Gram Parsons

After coffee with Bev and Andrew I walked to the reserve at the end of their street and then on up the path to the hill.  I have missed the Maple leaves but these two trees where shimmering golden in the sun.  Saw some mountain bikers and dog walkers. 
This isn't a hickory tree but I am sruggling for tree songs.  This is rather garish for my taste but that's what it looked like.