Branches swathed in snow.
Squirrel's feet creating tiny avalanches.
Flower clusters cradled in fresh green leaves.
Bees humming, birds returning.
Shaded shelter from the heat.
Cats lazing in sunny patches.
Leaves fade while berries darken.
Birds and squirrels reap the bounty.
Thus is the cycle of the seasons as depicted by two trees in my backyard. The picture above was taken two days ago and already the leaves have lost almost all their green and glow a golden yellow against the gray sky, shimmering slightly with the rain.
It's perfect knitting weather. Sweaters and scarves and blankets hastily dug out of drawers and closets. Skeins of wooly goodness scrounged from the yarn stash, patterns mulled, needles engaged.
Some of that has been happening here. More to come.
Meanwhile, anyone know what kind of tree is shown in the picture? I never have figured it out for sure. I just admire how the pair of them mark the seasons. My own personal art gallery.