It’s the time of year when some evergreens aren’t. Tamarack (larch) needles are turning gold and dropping. When autumn sunlight catches them just right, they shine and shimmer like a precious metal. Soon the ground will be covered with fresh snowfall, glistening as if woven from silver threads, but not yet. (In case you don’t recognize the source of today’s title, click here.)
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Photo by J. Harrington
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I’m delighted and amazed that the wild asters growing in our road ditch are still showing flowers on about half of the stems. A little splash of violet among the yellows, golds, scarlets, maroons, browns, etc. is a treat.
Today and tomorrow are going to be cold and windy enough that I want to avoid outside work, except for walking the dogs, and that’s only work some of the time. With luck, Wednesday’s weather will cooperate enough that I can get some of the leaf litter converted into mulch for the Better Half’s lily bed. We’ll be sure to leave enough as and where they've fallen to give caterpillars and what not winter hideouts.
Majestic Tamarack
Moira Cameron
Tamarack, thy gilded hues,
awash in morning sun, suffuse
the landscape as a golden fleece
draped o’er the outcrop: centrepiece
of northern woodland’s peaceful views.
Autumn breeze brings forth the day
as feathered branches softly sway
to Earthly rhythms: heed the call!
and let thy golden needles fall
to paint the mossy forest way.
Naked, stand in winter’s freeze,
thou proudest of coniferous trees!
While through each long and bitter night
Aurora bathe the sky in light
and dance to secret melodies.
Nature’s dance begins anew
as solstice sun comes into view;
its gentle warmth beats back the claw
of winter chill. Bare branches thaw -
majestic Tamarack renew!
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