We are experiencing the glory of the season.
An amazing fall.
Driving through the older neighborhoods
I am stunned by the breathtaking
Gold of plain old Elm trees.
By Kelly’s mature Ginkgo tree.
And the American Elm in front of the church.
For years gold was our dominate fall color.
Some red was dotted here and there.
But to get lots of red you had to head east
To the Talahina trail, or Arkansas or New England.
And since we are human we always want
What someone else has.
A few years back
The Men’s Garden Club made a subtle effort
Called “Plant the Town Red”.
They encouraged people to plant
Redbud for spring.
Red Crepe Myrtle for summer.
And varieties of Red Maple that are happy here for fall
Autumn Blaze and Autumn Glory.
Or Chinese Pistache.
We were replacing the dying elm trees in our front yard
And were happy to oblige.
In four years
This is the reddest they have been.
So the question is
Are maple trees like Hydrangea?
Does their color depend on the soil chemistry?
Or is it a question of maturation.
Do they have to be a certain age before they are actually red?
Or could it have been
A mix-up in tagging
Somewhere along the way
Before it came to live at our house?
Only time will tell.
But this year it doesn’t really matter.
I’m drinking in the gold
As it sparkles in the sun.
As it takes my breath away.
As it reminds me that the season is winding down.
And like every season of every year.
We are not in charge.
It’s all glorious.
I was afraid I didn’t have enough pictures for this blog
So on the way to church this morning
I stopped to take a few more.
After snapping a picture or two
I heard someone talking to me.
“There’s a better one in the back.”
A young man yelled out his window.
“I took a picture of it a few days ago.”
He was right.
So after a blustery Sunday.
Leaves cover the ground.
Apple pies are in the oven.
It must be fall
And one more certain sign.
Happy Birthday, John.