Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘autumn’

I found this leaf while I was out walking Zephyr. It was curled into this beautiful well all on its own. The cracks and curling, the frosty white edges. I took it home and found this persimmon fit into it perfectly, as is.

Isn’t nature amazing.

 Have a warm, cozy, festive Thanksgiving.

d xxoo

Read Full Post »

As you’ve probably heard me mention before I grew up in the forest, pine tree central. So, come fall, now living in the California central valley, I am always enamored by the change of color, the falling of leaves. It’s newly spectacular every single year.

The one tree that I love more than all others is the California Plane Tree, also known as a Sycamore. It has enormous leaves and carries its own particular scent I no longer smell, having lived here so long now.

When I was a child, I would visit my grandmother here and stare out her upstairs bathroom window at the autumn plane tree dropping its enormous leaves in all it’s fall colors.

Raking leaves is so much fun–though 9.5 out of 10 locals would disagree. Caltrans (California Transportation) and the city parks systems despise them, as they clog drainage systems, apparently worse than any other.  When I went to plant one several years ago, I had trouble finding a good one. Nurseries are purposefully selling less and less of them.

Still, I found one. I planted it. I watch over it, and one day it will be large and shade over the empty spot in a sentry row of them along the park fence.

Today, Zephyr and I were out tromping through them after a rain storm where they have lighted everywhere. I pick through them like I’m hunting sea shells or beach glass. Each is unique, indiviual and colorful.

Small. Wonderment. Joys.

d. xxoo

Read Full Post »

Every fall I wait for this fig tree to ripen. It’s an amazing pluck of gourmet heaven. I found it on my favorite walk, one I’ve been treading with my dogs for nearly 15 years. It is my sanity this walk and this tree just adds a to our venture–all sticky, sweet & sustenance. 

I will share my figs with you. I will pile your bowl with them, but I will not tell you where it is. It’s my secret fig tree.

The tree is nearly in plain sight for any jogger, walker, biker to see, but they don’t see it. They speed by, zoned in, zoned out, buzzing on their cellphones, tuned to their iPods, missing the deliciousness of it all and this place: the river, the dirt road, hawks, coyotes, wild roses, walnuts, the whoosh of dried grass, so I’ll keep it for myself.  And even though I’ve taken bags of figs home, it is still full, still waiting for someone else to take notice and eat.

d.

Read Full Post »

I rarely ever have my camera when I need it. Yesterday, I saw two of these beautiful flaming orange butterflies flittering about each other & I was just stunned.

Today, I saw one of them landing in my butterfly tree just as I was finishing up shooting some photos and I managed to capture this shot on the fly through the branches. What luck!

Read Full Post »

My Burnt Orange TreasuryI wanted to share something colorful: my latest treasury. Autumn is coming. 🙂

Read Full Post »

Playing in the leaves with Zephyr made me think of this editorial I wrote several years ago–and just two days off! How timely. Enjoy the leaves!

November 14, 2006

“Leaves have been falling in droves and it’s a lovely sight, but there appears to be some confusion plaguing our residents. The trees are not trying to hurt you. Leaves are not dangerous. Continually blasting them with a leaf blower, especially on windy days, will not kill them or make them disappear. The leaves are already dead, so relax. Blowing them into the street or off your property line does not mean you win.

Leaves, tree branches and grass clippings are biodegrabable. This is a big word, meaning the leaves will decompose (or break down) and become part of the earth again–basically, dirt. This is a good thing.

leaves

Here’s the tricky part: Plastic bags filled with dog poop are not biodegradable, even if you hide them in leaf piles so your neighbor won’t see where you left them. Please note: The plastic bag used to pick up dog poop goes in a garbage can. A garbage can is easily recognizable, as usually a large green plastic container that sits along the side of house and sometimes smells. However, if you deposit your dog-poop bag–also known as “garbage”–in the big green plastic container and shut the lid, you will not smell it anymore, nor will you or your neighbors run over it when they back out of the driveway. This small act of kindness can maintain peace and quiet within your neighborhood. Peace and quiet may not be familiar to you–but I digress.

It’s pretty simple: garbage bad, leaves good. If this news about leaves is too unsettling, you might find raking very calming. A rake is a long slender tool for gathering leaves, not unlike a broom. Raking is good exercise. It requires no gasoline or electricity and makes little noise, other than a light scraping on the sidewalk. You may remember the lovely and antiquated sound from childhood. You may discover, if you dig through the clutter in the back of your garage, that you already own a rake.

To sum up: Leaves are not the enemy. Plastic is not biodegradeable. Raking is good for your health. Enjoy the lovely autumn. We’ll have this discussion again next year when–don’ t panic!–the leaves will return.”

Read Full Post »

I’m so tired I can barely think to write. Pithy is completly lost on me at this moment so I’ll just share some autumn items I’ve got posted at DahlilaFound. It’s leaf kicking season, so here are the boots for the job.

Have a nice weekend, d.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »