Looking up into the maples in the back yard, this time of year the braches look to me like outstretched arms joyfully lifting up offerings of colour. I need to re-take this photo when there is better light, some of it (top left) is blanched.
Incidentally, as I was painting the upper branches, I realized it was reminding me of a book from my childhood I’d long since forgotten. I think it was by Leo Leoni and instead of orange leaves they were goldfish… I wish I could remember the name of the book.