Friday, November 1, 2013

All Saints' Day meditation

It was a quiet night, of course, and now it's All Saint's Day. Whoopee whee! Cloudy and windy, which means the peak-color leaves make mounds in the corners and gutters. Since it's not raining to speak of, the mounds look like piles of pretty-colored stones waiting to be used for jewelry. The sumac leaves are so extraordinarily lovely, long and slim and wildly variegated from yellow-orange-apricot to deep garnet on one leaf!


The oaks are all reddening nicely to stay in the act, and the trash trees like maples and ailanthus are in full wildly colorful change. The eastern redbuds are changing to a bright lemon yellow and the leaves are mostly staying on, to my surprise. Sassafras, those cinnamony smelling exibitionists, are at last fading to brown, but the intense and glorious explosion of Crayola-bright color is hanging on, branch by branch.


And then there's my old nemesis, that damned sweet gum tree with its ankle-spraining, shoe-sticking gumballs from hell. Sixty feet tall and the rotten-souled thing loves nothing better than to heave the stupid, prickly seed casings at me from the top of itself as soon as Stella and I walk out the door. Being a dog, she's a smaller target, so who gets conked with the barbed balls? Puppydaddy, of course. Not to mention the brown stickerballs the damn tree has hidden in leaf-drifts in the driveway, turning my ankles this way and that, but never in any direction that Nature intended.


I still wouldn't trade it for anything.

7 comments:

  1. You try so hard to be a curmudgeon, but you're truly a poet at heart. An inspiring and refreshing reflection. And gorgeous photos too!

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  2. Hmmm, he's still a pretty good curmudgeon. Just sayin'

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  3. @Tina...thank you!

    The Other Party I shall Loftily Ignore.

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  4. ooo myyy god! you have a blog and did not throw a brick or something at me so I notice ... cruel man :P
    Now I can read and comment everywhere... hahah, is there anywhere else I can read your hilarious muses??
    Great post, of course you had me at the first picture ;)

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    1. Hi Lyly! Yes, here's the blog. *smooch* for finding me!

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  5. Love this post, M'Dear. I've been enjoying the sweetgum beauties; here, fortunately, the weird seedpods fall mostly in the back forty with plenty of cushioning from other tree detritus. We have a sparkling red-leafed crepe myrtle and assorted odds and ends. The magnolias simply puff up their always-green leaves to taunt the sissy trees that can't hang on to their clothes.

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    1. Aint' that the truth The magnolia blossom *defines* tetchy, fussy beauty, and the tree is a stovebolt-solid survivor. Funny, that.

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