Maggy knew what the trees were whispering in the wind to each other about the Quercy oak. They said the same thing every year at this time.
The Quercy oak’s leaves turn red and fall, but the other oak tree leaves turn yellow, then golden; then some of them fall. Most of them turn brown and stay on for the winter.
Nudity, going naked in the winter, an outrage. Horrific, intriguing, fascinating, sexy. The leaves turn red from embarrassment, they said. But some said nothing and thought about the advantages and disadvantages of such behaviour.