I was walking around Fresh Pond and Shakespeare's 73rd Sonnet came to mind:

 

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang...

- William Shakespeare

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I thought his sonnet read like stroll through the woods looking at trees,  seeing some leaves, some with none, and some with few still hanging.

 

Please take a moment to appreciate the trees as they appear throughout the changes of seasons, as interpreted by the artists

- Curator Beryl Minkle