Our birch tree stands behind our garage, where it is sometimes forgotten, I think. And then in the fall it lights on fire like a glorious sunrise over the garage, commanding notice from passersby. Its small leaves provide a wonderful rustling in the slightest wind but we do not SEE the tree that often. Until now. I love birch trees, both the paper and river varieties, which are most commonly seen here. There are several in our neighborhood that distinguish themselves with their glowing bark. Another reminder to pay attention to the glory all around us, both trees and people.