Those who've read this blog for awhile know that I cast a jaundiced eye toward the accursed and omnipresent ginko tree (question: Didn't Dutch Elm Disease teach us a lesson about urban tree monoculture? WTF, city planners?), but one thing I will say about Stinkos is that when it comes to fall, they don't mess around. One day they have leaves, the next they don't. Summer's over, I'm hittin' the hay, good night, see you in the spring. Unlike the mighty oak, which seems to hold onto it's leaves for dear life and shed a few dozen a day over months, the ginko is a lesson in clean transitions. Get over it and move on, fer cry eye!