Another American Adventure: another yellow tree

Sunday, September 26, 2010

another yellow tree

These yellow trees are on the embankment behind the shopping center where our grocery store is.

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BarbaraSeptember 26, 2010 at 10:54 AM
The yellow ones are the yummiest! They are like torches against the grey skies. I noticed yesterday how far along autumn is around here. On the next street the trees I can see from my office window are nearly half-turned. Inexorable the march of autumn into winter.
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 26, 2010 at 2:56 PM
It is quite a drama that I miss so much living in FL. Supposed to get rainy here next week - I hope to see some of those gray skies!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.