In winter, when most flowering ceases and deciduous trees shed their leaves, the stuff that covers branches and tree trunks .

I often wonder what our parkways would look like in winter if the crape myrtles planted there possessed colorful bark.

Every winter you see them, the few trees who just will not let go of their leaves. Little brown leaves flittering in the frigid wind. Hard as the wind may blow, they hang on and hang on.