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Have the leaves changed colour yet...? Someone asked... The answer is yes... But just the odd one...and here is one odd one!
The general impression around here...is still green!
A nice display of leaves from a maple bush in the garden. It's amazing the number of different colours one bush can produce.
353/365 Red Maple tree in the back yard is turning red. Such a beautiful shade of red with the sun shining through.
Pisgah National Forest near Craggy Gardens, North Carolina along FS63, also known as Stony Fork Road and/or Craggy Gardens Road.
My precious samara seedlings, how you've grown so fair,
From tiny buds upon my boughs to fluttering in the air.
As you drift away from me, my heart is filled with sorrow,
But know that I will love you still, today and every morrow.
I've watched you bask in sunlight and dance in gentle breeze,
I've seen you sprout your tender wings and flutter with such ease.
Now as you journey far and wide, my love will follow too,
For you are part of me, my dears, forever and anew.
Through seasons bright and seasons dim, I've been your steadfast guide,
Nurturing and protecting you, in my shade you'd hide.
But now it's time to set you free, to find your own true place,
Spread your wings and soar up high, with courage and with grace.
So fly my darling seedlings, with the wind beneath your wings,
And know that as you journey on, my love for you still sings.
Though we may be apart, my heart will never stray,
For you're forever cherished, in my thoughts every day.
So go and explore the world, my precious samara seeds,
Grow strong and tall, and never forget the love that feeds.
And when you feel a longing, for the home you left behind,
Know that I am here for you, in spirit and in kind.
So fly away, my darlings, with blessings from above,
Know that you are loved, always, by a mother's endless love.
— Poem courtesy of Editpad Poem Generator.
Todd Village Apartments, Tualatin, Oregon
See also: SAM_4137 Samaras in Love
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We used to live in this house in Connecticut. It was a funky little place, built on a 1750s vintage stone foundation on 4 acres of land, half landscaped, half wood lot; and every Fall we were treated to the almost overwhelming colors of this magnificent maple tree. My wife had an aunt, who would occasionally visit us from New York City, and she once commented that the tree was almost too beautiful to behold, even painfully so without a martini in hand. Forty years ago, we fled the inhospitable New England Climate for sunny California and have never experienced even one iota of regret. But, when I look at this tree, I realize that there are a few weeks out of each year when California can’t hold a candle to New England.
ODT: "Burst of color."
A neighbour's shrub collects falling maple leaves as autumn arrives in Toronto. The colours bring first thoughts of Christmas, don't they?
Every year this beautiful tree turns into an amazing red.. not quite complete yet another week to go..