dressed for Spring


They caught my eyes...the trees bedecked in white blossoms. They were lovely, lacey like a cotillion frock. I think this means they ~ the trees ~ think it is Spring. How funny! The weather thinks it is winter. OK, granted here in CA winter is a mild, subtle season, a few days where we don our coats, scarves are cozy but mainly a fashion statement. The snow is here but on the mountains at the horizon where it belongs. But for us it is winter. Not for the trees, though. For the trees: Spring; they are ready to sing a short refrain of Spring. Now, the Autumn trees ablaze in color...they stay, they linger months on end. I love Autumn. I love that the trees cling to their frocks of cranberry, plum, fire, and tangerine days and weeks and months on end. Autumn is a note held, a slowly spoken phrase. Here spring is a fleeting thought ~ flowers on the trees days, a week at the very most, usually. You might, if busy, miss them. I hope you don't.

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  1. Jeffery (Traveler)February 6, 2010 at 9:01 PM

    "cotillian frock." Was that one tucked away in the gray matter or did you dig it out of thesarus? Either way, I loved the phrase and the post. Your imagery and linguistics are marvelous. I can smell Autuumn in the air.....

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  2. foutfolkFebruary 8, 2010 at 4:54 AM

    Oh how I miss the forever summer of CA. Seasons here seem to linger on for months on end. The last few weeks before the change are like child labor. Anticipating, waiting, yearning for the new birth.

    Ildi and I would love to have you visit. If you have the time to make it to the midwest, you can stay as long as you like! We have room for you all.

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