When I moved to Essex County the first time in 1984, I remember being impressed by the slowness of the Fall, as well as the multitude of reds and oranges. The first Spring drove me crazy. Why? Because it took so LONG!!! Baby leaves would appear, much earlier than what I'd been used to, but they then took forever to open fully, probably twice as long as what I'd been used to. Last year, when we had moved back here, and again this year, what impressed me more than the length of the Fall, was the spectacular COLOURS. I pulled over a couple of times to snap pics of stunning reds and oranges against a backdrop of forest green:
|Taken October 10, 2012|
|Madison Heights, MI October 24, 2012|
This year was much the same as before, although I didn't pull over or lean out of a moving vehicle to snap any pictures! I never was a huge fan of Fall, simply because it always heralded the beginning of a very long, cold, dark winter. Being here now, I have fallen in love with Fall, ha, and the vibrant colours singing around me in all their glory make me want to rush home and grab fabric and make a quilt!!
The beginning, October 22. This was taken (sorry it's with my iPhone, so not the greatest of resolution) on the Chrysler Greenway, a section of which we walk pretty much every day in our daily dog walks! Some trees were beginning to change, but not many.
|Red Oak (I think!)|
We live in Carolinian Forest. I used to live in a Boreal Forest. They both have their beauty, and I've always found myself most serene and at peace amongst trees. However, the ancient trees around here remind me of the awestruck feelings I had in Cathedral Grove on Vancouver Island when standing amongst those giants. It sounds rather flaky, but I feel their vibrations, their hum, their wisdom, their good chi, when I touch them. There is one old boy I touch just about every day on my walk through Lakeside Park. I think he's a Cottonwood.
When I was in Nice, France, in 2009, there were "camouflage bark" trees lining many of the streets. They were SO cool. I asked some of the other teachers on the trip what they were, and they told me plane trees. I was floored to find the very same trees right here in Kingsville last summer. However, I've been calling them plane trees, but it seems they are called sycamore here. There is one in Windsor that is 200 years old that was in the paper last year because a new landowner wanted to chop it down since some of its branches were pressing on the roof and eavestroughs of the house. That tree was a baby when the War of 1812 was on. Wow. Here are some in Kingsville, taken October 27:
|American Sycamore aka Plane Tree Oct. 27|
Back on the Greenway, on November 4, I took these to show the change as well as the intense red of these trees. Because it was a dull day, the grass seemed to just glow, almost fluorescent.
|More orange in tone, the leaves left on this tree|
|A leaf off the Sugar Maple(?), just lying on the path; I love how it pops against the greys! Note to self for another Fall quilt...|
|Green, gold, orange, red, burgundy, all against an azure sky...perfection|
The picture below was taken on November 7. This is one humungous tree. Note the rooftop of the house at the bottom of the picture! I think this is the one Doug said is a Manitoba Maple. It's a lot bigger than those I was used to in the Edmonton area though, so I could be wrong. Again, note the variety of colour on ONE tree. Wow. I also love the blue sky in the background; Nature has such a perfect palette.
Okay, so with all that inspiration laid out in front of me, I'm off downstairs to quilt. Seaside Rose is getting her binding on!