Some call them larches, some call them tamaracks. I like tamaracks. There was an old inn/restaurant where my mother lives called The Larchwood Inn. I don't think there were any larches there.
Anyway, they are not coniferous, and those aren't needles but leaves. They turn a beautiful gold that signals the end of the season, just before the leaves drop. Plunk, that's the end of it all. I don't know why this guy is leading the pack.
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