Another American Adventure: the white trees

Sunday, April 21, 2013

the white trees

This is the time of the white trees, all in bloom. There are a lot of them used in landscaping schemes around houses and businesses. I'm not sure if I like them or not. Yes, they are "purdy", but they do not seem quite natural. The blooms are starting to fall, replaced by green leaves.

Tulips are up too!

3 comments:

BarbaraApril 21, 2013 at 11:24 AM
I wonder if they are apple trees. Love the unfolding of Spring in your photos. We are just beginning to see the buds forming.
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BarbaraApril 21, 2013 at 6:57 PM
They are not crabapples. Crabapples have gorgeous pink blossoms -- around May here.
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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.