We've had a busy day around here. Taking advantage of the above freezing temperatures and the recent rains, we pulled a bunch of buckthorn from the unfrozen, rain-softened ground. It will sit all winter on the brush pile, drying out until next year's burning season. We also removed most of the fallen leaves from the driveway. That will make it easier to blow the snow without clogging the snowblower with leaves. Here's what the driveway looked like before we had the past few dry days.
driveway with leaves, robins and puddles © harrington
Although they're almost impossible to see at this scale, there are two robins in the picture along with all the leaves. The robins, many of which we think are southbound, were using the puddle as a birdbath. If the weather forecast is accurate, the driveway puddle should be back in a day or so. Rain is forecast again for tomorrow and Tuesday. If this keeps up we may have to revise the old saying "make hay while the sun shines" to "rake leaves while the sun shines." Doing that will cover both Summer and Fall seasons and, since we have quite a few oaks around here, probably Spring too. Oaks love to hold their leaves and drop them in the Autumn, a few in the Winter, and then again in the Spring as the leaf buds swell before they release next year's leaves. Do you have a favorite patch of woods that you visit often, that ages with you?
autumn oak leaves © harrington
Finding the Scarf
The woods are the bookwe read over and over as children.Now trees lie at angles, felledby lightning, torn by tornados,silvered trunks turning back
to earth. Late November lightslants through the oaksas our small parade, father, mother, child,shushes along, the wind searching treetopsfor the last leaf. Childhood lies
on the forest floor, not evergreenbut oaken, its branches latchedto a graying sky. Here is the scarfwe left years ago like a bookmark,
meaning to return the next day,having just turned our headstoward a noise in the bushes,toward the dinnerbell in the distance,
toward what we knew and did not knowwe knew, in the spreading twilightthat returns changed to a changed place.
Thanks for listening. Come again when you can. Rants, raves and reflections served here daily.