Another day another tree . . .

It was another sunny morning and off I set for my walk up the hill.  I went on a different track and where it leaves the hill it is very steep.  I walk carefully so I don't slip on the loose stones.  To my chagrin a woman probably my age was jogging effortlessly up the slope.  At the bottom the track  goes through a grove of Plane Trees  before the exit onto a street below my street.  The trees are still to turn their glorious yellow.