One benefit of living in a room above your garage, affectionately known as the Tree House, is having a nice view of the neighborhood's changing foliage.
I think I'm the only person I know who takes pictures of flowers and trees on a regular basis.
I don't know how much my neighbors appreciated my creepy afternoon photo-op, but leaves don't always change color in Texas. Some years they are green one day and dead and brown the next day with the first cool front.
This year the they are putting on quite a show.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.