One thing I miss about Fayetteville is the abundance of sugar maples and the vibrant colors they turn during the fall. Somehow Little Rock's colors just don't quite measure up, although I do have an ENORMOUS crepe myrtle behind my house which is turning the most amazing yellow-orange! I don't remember it from last year, but I know it must have turned colors! Anyway, I was given a heads up by my dear friend, Sarah, to check out the Confederate Cemetery. So we did!

Brooklyn took off between the headstones and I tried to keep up.