Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Some leaves are changing colours

As I promised yesterday, I am writing a lighter, trivial post here. Enough of angst, fear and anxieties about this wretched world. I am blogging seasons and trees here. Trivial observations are cool.

So I saw something today from the window of the work place: the leaves of a maple tree (I think) that were already turning red. That rusty, fiery red they take when autumn comes. And we are in July. Still summertime, and not only technically. I don't know what to make of it. It probably means absolutely nothing more than we had so far a messed up summer that was often cool and wet and very rarely hot, except before it was officially summertime. Autumn will not come earlier, or later, because a few leaves change colours early. The trees are probably as confused as we are: in my drawers I have my t-shirts next to warmer clothes. Still, every time I take a peek at the window, I wonder if we are still in July. Oh well, it is not nearly as un-summery as summer of 2007 was. So I can live with a few rusty leaves.


Cynthia said...

The trees on the square next to my flat are orangy and turning red. 2011 - The year the summer didn't come!

PJ said...

For your anglo readers, my attempt at translating Félix-Antoine Savard's most famous quote (and for their own culture, to understand where you and I are from):

"On the feast of Saint-Anne, the blueberries are ripe. It is the grape of our land, the son of fire, the offering of the humble and rocky soil; it is the honey of wild gulleys, brother of the vines in the infinite realm of peat moss and bogs."

A translation of the book exist, but is unavailable online and is out of print. For those interested, it's titled Master of the river in English.

tao.owl said...

I am all too familiar with trivial posts, hence the creation of my blog; it provides a short-term escape from the rest of the madness. I would love to see a picture of the Red Maple (Acer rubrum); I may be able to assist in the identification, being that I am a biologist, and I use that title loosely :-)

Anonymous said...

Blueberries, rocky soil, peat moss and trees turning might be trivial but are words that soothe the soul. In fact they are not trivial at all but a reminder of how beautiful life is too.

@PJ - Thank you for that lovely quote. It paints a vivid picture.

The Artful Gypsy aka Wendy the Very Good Witch said...

Oh I am so happy to see this post today! I would give anything to have spotted that tree turning outside my window. Anything to know that my favorite season was beginning it's slow creep across the land. The only thing I saw yesterday that made me 'dream' of fall, was a group of really large black ravens/crows in my backyard. They were 'caw-cawing' so loud that it got my attention from inside the house. And I've never seen them so big here before. Funny thing is, they were chasing a large hawk around.