Gingko Green and Yellow

There are two gingko trees in the Enid Haupt garden behind the Smithsonian castle, equal in height and grandeur. But like most twins they are still individuals. Fall has arrived when the gingko to the right of the great doors has turned a brilliant yellow, the color of tulips in the spring, egg yolks fried for breakfast, traffic lights at the intersection. But, the gingko to the left still ponders. Has fall yet arrived? Can we squeeze out just a few more days of summer? Shall we deny yet that Thanksgiving winks around the corner and pop overnight the Institution will pull out its holiday wardrobe?