little adults

I find it charming when little kids try to carry themselves with the same comport as the adults in their lives. I feel like these baby saplings––possibly still in their first year––are doing the same thing as precocious thee year olds: Copying the adults around them. We know better, however; that it is already their in their DNA, and they are simply being themselves. Not copying. Not trying to impress. Not pretending to be anything other than what they are–yearling maples.

baby maple trees in their first (?) November