Ignoring hints
from tulip tree and maple,
elm stays green, for now.

– above post (on phone) or beside it (on desktop). –
Ignoring hints
from tulip tree and maple,
elm stays green, for now.


Two kinds of maple are common where I live. Sometimes called “swamp maple” because it can thrive in swampy areas, red maple can also thrive atop rocky hills and in the intermediate conditions of landscaped yards. Sugar maples are the other (and more finicky) kind.
The wide range of suitable habitats may partly explain the wide range of turning times for red maples. While they turn early in swampy areas, some of them in other areas turn as late as oaks. Those that turn at a middling time don’t seem to mind being upstaged by the best of the sugar maples:

Autumn is a season when images accumulate faster than I can write appropriate poetry, so I will sometimes post an unsung image.
Ah, such a cheery yellow graces the month of September. Alas, ragweed flowers out of sight at the same time, giving goldenrod a bad rep among some people with hay fever. While ragweed sheds pollen to the whims of the wind, goldenrod holds pollen that will be picked up and transported by insect pollinators. You’re not likely to inhale any goldenrod pollen unless a bee crawls up your nose.




« There is a crack in everything. »
« That’s how the light gets in. »
~ Anthem by Leonard Cohen ~
I quoted from the song the way I and some others remember it. The phrase “a crack” is repeated in some transcriptions of the first quoted line, but the line scans better w/o the repetition.
Cracks ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #341
Lifeless? No, leafless.
They hold their breath all winter,
exhale leaves in spring.


Snow on lawn.
Tracks from last mowing,
seen again.
Seen thru bare branches
that thrash in an angry wind,
Xmas lights shimmer.
Cherry hibernates,
safe under pine’s watchful eye.
A few leaves linger.
11-07 |
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11-24 |
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11-26 |
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The cherry had one last leaf on 11-26.
Did it sing Nunc dimittis before it fell on 11-30?


The sound of dry rain
fills the air above my yard.
“Keep the rake handy.”
October
Bright sun and cool air;
azure skies and pumpkin pies.
Leaves fall in glory.

Silver Savior
The crowning glory
of our civilization
is, of course, duct tape.

Glory ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #334
Still-green oak
will follow maple
in due time.