The sun is warm as mid-morning advances. Some yellows begin to color
witch hazel leaves masking their small but fragrant blooms. So sad the
glory of season’s last blooming, unlike the first blossoms of spring, is
lost among the dying.
Cherry trees and nut trees, walnut, hickory,
butternut also glow yellow in my morning sun, but this year many ash are
succumbing to a new borer and next spring will not leaf out. Each
breath of wind brings down more sere, brown and lifeless leaves from my
ash. Its shade on my deck will be sorely missed come summer next but
even worse the death of so many forest ash, for many years the woods will
be scarred by their loss.
Seems but yesterday the white pine began to brown older needles in
response to dark’s daily lengthening. Around the equinoxes, vernal or
autumnal, the day’s duration changes most rapidly. In summer and winter,
the solstices the changes are the slowest. Soon a light brown mulch of
needles will cover bare beneath the trees and tinge only lightly brown
the green grass.
Camera-Critters #605
4 years ago
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