In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October.

The trunk of a tree is like a community where only one generation at a time is engaged in active business, the great mass of the population being retired and adding solidity and permanence to the social organism.

No More Cloudy Days.

I like to change. A new lamp, a piece of art, can transform a room.

Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.