Beware of Fall
I love the fall. But then I have always been a bit prone to depression. Fall signals the end of summer, the end of fun in the sun, trips to the lake, sunny days, and for me, GOLF.
But this signal of loss, as depressing as it may be, comes in glorious color.
We may think that the leaves changing from green to varied hues of color signals a death of a sort but it marks a time of rest. The trees and shrubbery (I always think of Monty Pithon’s Holy Grail when I hear that word) are preparing to rest through the winter months. A new growth season will come with spring.
A friend once told me a story of planting two Tamaracks in his back yard. They had grown into towering beauties after 20 years and, for him, they marked the changing seasons beautifully as they took on their lacy green beauty in the spring, turned to orange and rusty hue in the fall, and stood skeletal through the winter until clothed again in the spring. About a year after he sold his home he was in the area and noticed that the new owner had removed the two Tamaracks. Grief stricken he approached the man and asked what had happened. “Well they died last fall so I had them removed”.