On a recent trip to the mountains of Colorado to watch aspen leaves turn a beautiful golden yellow against dark shades of evergreen. Lovely!
When you’re in the desert, you look into infinity…. It makes you feel terribly small, and also in a strange way, quite big.
Q: What is a tree’s least favorite month?
Q: What tree can fit into your hand?
A: A palm tree
Q: How do trees get on the internet?
A: They log in
Q: Why did the sheriff arrest the tree?
A: Because its leaves rustled.
Q: What did the tree wear to the pool party?
A: Swimming trunks
Q: How can you tell if a tree is a dogwood?
A: By its bark
I left Wisconsin for Colorado 32 years ago. I’m living a wonderful life in Colorado with an amazing family and dear friends. But every once in awhile, I get a little homesick. My trip back to visit family and old friends a couple weeks ago was a lot of things…joyful, tearful, delightful, and even frightful once around the campfire. We shared wonderful meals, laughter, old stories, and memories. The people you come from shape who you are. But the place you come from is the backdrop for all the memories. The places even become memories themselves…the Queen’s Chair, the Fort, the Res, and the Woods. On Wisconsin.
It snowed in Denver today. The first white snow of the season is always bittersweet…beautiful to look at, but it’s messy driving. The still leafed-out trees weighed down with nature’s white burden caused power-related problems, broken trees and insurance claims.
It was still pretty – the white, that is.
According to empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com, the color WHITE is significant because it symbolizes “innocence and purity. White is the beginning of everything, before anything is muddied or thinking is ‘colored’. White represents the clean slate, helping us through times of stress, and allowing us to put the past behind us and preparing us to move on. White represents the positive as well as the negative aspects of all colors. It contains an equal balance of all the colors of the spectrum.”
Rest easy, snow-bound compatriots; after all, white is just another color. White means so much more than snow.
In fact, I am posting photographs of things that are white, but not snow – just to prove my point!
When is it each year that we relinquish the carefree days of summer?
When do we trade the universal perfume of freshly mown grass for the unmistakable scent of raked leaves?
Is there a specific moment when we no longer notice the smells of swimming pools and wet towels, but embrace the aroma of crackling fireplaces and baking pies?
Does autumn officially arrive only once we have donned our first sweatshirt, noted the earlier hour of twilight each day, or witnessed the first golden leaves of change on the trees?
Is there a specific moment in time when we are no longer aware of the rhythmic clacking of skateboards traveling past the house or admit to missing the hollow echos of nearby bouncing balls and the exuberant, joyful laugher of children?
Is autumn’s arrival evident only once we recognize a new quiet; a quiet hauntingly void of the sounds of chirping crickets and singing birds?
Do we hear autumn’s arrival in the thunderous sound of crowds cheering favored football teams to victory in the chill of the evening air?
Is this when autumn has truly arrived?
I believe autumn arrives the moment we notice.