Fall in Sherwood Court feels nothing short of enchanting. The row of Chinese pistachio trees, six or seven of them—ignite the street with shades of crimson and deep blood-red, as if the season has painted them by hand.
In my front yard, the apple trees join the celebration, their leaves shifting into warm tones that glow in the soft autumn light.
Yet the true marvel is the journey along Sherwood Way. Whether you travel down or uphill, the road becomes a corridor of color—fiery reds, golden hues, and rustling leaves—set against a wide blue sky brushed with drifting white clouds. It feels like nature is putting on a grand performance just for us.
It is simply breathtaking.
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