September 06, 2003


Image copyright Fred First
There is a certain excited melancholy in the coming of the first fall-like days... a letting go and a welcome all together. I sit here in the cool shade with my feet stretched out into the slanting sun, warm and beneficent and watch yellow leaves of walnut and locust flutter and sift toward the spent soil of summer even while tiger swallowtails lift and spiral as if to put those yellows back in place for just a few days more. While the forest seems green from a distance, a closer inspection will find no leaf untouched by the changes that shorter days bring; their surfaces are lightly filigreed by insects that could not have made a meal of them while a leaf was in its healthy prime of summer. Some leaves, like the Striped Maple, show patches of discolored spots, like ringworm, where fungal threads wind their way through the spongy spaces between upper and lower surface. Soon the fungi and bacteria will consume it all, especially after it leaves the relative safety of the twig, and becomes humus. And then, like a thrift store shirt, its matter will pass on and on, handed down until there is nothing left but buttons and bare threads.

Posted by fred1st at September 6, 2003 09:31 AM | TrackBack

Fred: this is a GORGEOUS photo; thank you for sharing it with us.

I like the thrift store analogy. Check out my new "contraption" -- recycled bicycle parts lead to hot rod for Achilles-impaired bride -- on Feathers of Hope for yesterday. It's the same general idea. Though not quite as arresting visually as your leaves!

Posted by: Pica at September 6, 2003 11:27 AM favorite time of year. Warm sun and a cool breeze, the first hints of the chill that is to come. Perhaps it goes well with my melancholy, but actually I think that's a good thing. So long as I can get out and do some walking in the woods, I feel revitalized in Fall weather.

Posted by: Curt at September 8, 2003 01:36 AM

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