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When the maple reborn...it's Spring
Cuando el arce renace...es primavera
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MAPLE LEAVES
All the leaves on the maple trees
are fiery red in the fall.
To see one in fall's glory
before the wintry call
is to witness nature's beauty
before the leaves fly away.
Then our eyes much adjust to barky limbs
for the fiery red can't stay.
by Edwina Reizer
Study of maple leaves turning colors in early Autumn. Photographed in Oakdale, Minnesota, 29 September 2020.
Tintype App, The distinctive fruits are called samaras, "maple keys", "helicopters", "whirlybirds" or "polynoses". These seeds occur in distinctive pairs each containing one seed enclosed in a "nutlet" attached to a flattened wing of fibrous, papery tissue. They are shaped to spin as they fall and to carry the seeds a considerable distance on the wind.
The old Maple Tree Inn. It was a historic restaurant in Blue Island, just south of Chicago. I only went here once for a beer back in 2016. I remember it being a cool old restaurant and bar. It had tin ceilings and an old bar dating back to the 1890's
Maple buds, (Acer sp.)
Winter was pretty gentle this year, and the Old Man is bowing out early it appears if this coming forecast bears out. Hoping so, haven't pulled the camera out in a LONG time.
In the snow of Winter 2015. The sun doesn't even get to shine on it because of the pine trees blocking the Winter sunshine. This is in our front yard in Carmel,NY.
A fire destroyed the Chicago Blue Island Maple Tree Inn restaurant. The building was built in the 1890's and the restaurant was here for decades. I heard it was a gas fuel fire. I do hope the Maple Tree Inn will be rebuilt. I went for a beer here back in 2016. Wish I went back a few more times
Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
-Bob Dylan, The Times They Are A-Changin'
© 2008 Kimberly D. Sink
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
~~~Mother Teresa
After a hail and rain storm the sun broke out and the colours popped. The leaves will be mostly gone by the weekend as they are calling for snow.
The old Maple Tree Inn. It was a historic restaurant in Blue Island, just south of Chicago. I only went here once for a beer back in 2016. I remember it being a cool old restaurant and bar. It had tin ceilings and an old bar dating back to the 1890's
I spotted this rabbit hiding against the trunk of the Maple tree. It stayed there until I got about 3 feet from it and then it just hopped about 15 feet away and then stopped and watched me.. Actually that is a very special tree and it is where rabbits come from... and now you know the truth... ;-p
Even if you don't think spring is coming it is...how do I know, I had a conversation with a Maple Tree today...
The boys and Papa and I spent some time in the mud and enjoyed fresh, really fresh maple syrup..
For more about this great New England adventure COME TO THE WOODS with me and the boys.
"Maple season has begun!
Grandpa has his kettle steaming, stirring batter merrily;
Frying golden apple fritters, this is grandpa’s specialty!
Come; at last the syrup’s ready
Oh that fresh, delicious taste!
Pour some more upon your fritters, not a drop will go to waste.
Soon forgotten all the labor, knee deep in snow and mud so vast.
Now the hard work is rewarded, and it’s really spring at last!"
Windblown leaves and maple seeds (samaras) dangle from a branch, bathed in soft, warm light. The scene evokes a sense of calm and natural beauty with its gentle color transitions.
The sight of these charming botanicals, given names like polynose,whirligigs, whirlybirds and helicopters bring a sense of playful joy to welcoming eyes. Then there is the added anticipation and pleasure of seeing them to spin as they fall from the tree.
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(zooming will take you right to the forest on this one)
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