In our backyard is a big-leaf maple tree. Just one. But it's big. It's over 12 feet around its trunk. The arborist estimates that it is 75 to 100 years old.
j
It is beautiful and grand.
j
In the summer, its canopy is a spectacular green umbrella over our yard, shading the house and patio and keeping us cool.
j
In the fall, the yellow leaves rain down - some of them bigger than a platter. We wait until every last leaf falls and the yellow sea is almost up to our knees, and then we have a raging all-day siege and rake the yard clean. It's hard work, but fun.
j
In the winter, the limbs make a dark skeleton against the sky, striking when the occasional snow falls, waving slowly in the winter wind storms.
j
But in the spring.... Grrrr... The branches break out in pustulant chartreuse clusters, raining down yellow pollen all over the roof, the cars, and my sinuses.
j
Sorry, lovely tree, but I hate you for now.
j
In the winter, the limbs make a dark skeleton against the sky, striking when the occasional snow falls, waving slowly in the winter wind storms.
j
But in the spring.... Grrrr... The branches break out in pustulant chartreuse clusters, raining down yellow pollen all over the roof, the cars, and my sinuses.
j
Sorry, lovely tree, but I hate you for now.
1 comment:
Ah the yellow curse! Hate pollen too.
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