Compared to our southern California, all arrives early in Idaho, but somewhat irregularly. In mid-September, Sheila and I visited our grandkids there and discovered The Village at Meridian, a small “city” of streets and shops and cafes, centered by a marvelous fountain with hourly shows that synced music with the streams of water and lights. But while sitting at an outdoor table at Bodovino by the fountain, Sheila pointed out what may be even more intriguing. A nearby tree, maybe in the maple family, was already…