Trees have a much better approach to changing their looks than people do. The beeches, river birches, and redbuds are going blonde, and the Japanese maples and dogwoods are turning into perky redheads. No chemicals allowed. Based on the golden world outside my window, blondes really do have more fun. I have a feeling I’m more of an oak tree–stubborn and stolid, resisting changing colors, hanging onto my look for as long as I can.  Eventually, even the oak leaves will turn–brown and ugly though thankfully there are always a few coppery highlights that jazz up the scene. I just go gray.