Early bummer color
For years I have observed a special two-season calendar with my summer starting with major league baseball spring training and ending with the last pitch of the World Series. My second season is “bummer,” which started a week ago on October 29 and will last for another five months or so. (Sigh!)
I usually try to post photos of a spring and fall walk. Below are a few photos from recent walks.
This year’s World Series was special for me because I started listening to Cardinal broadcasts and seeing a few games when I lived in St, Louis County my last two years of high school (Go Statesmen!). I remember listening (no TV then) to Harry Carey and Gabby Street delivering the play-by-play. With an assist from my imagination, it was better than being in the stands and certainly better than watching on TV. A week ago Friday marked the Card’s 11th World Series championship, almost all of them occurring during my lifetime. I have a strong sense that we have just witnessed the end of the Cardinal Nation era. In 20 years or so I will come back and haunt you to find out.
But I digress.
There are four or so Red Maples around our condominium that have the odd habit of waiting until most of the other trees’ leaves have long since dropped and then changing color overnight and dropping theirs. I was lucky to catch them in the act this fall. A day or two before this picture was taken, the leaves looked like mid-summer. Today, the leaves are falling in a steady sprinkle, and a week from now they will be bare like the rest of the trees in the neighborhood.
There are a couple of old Sycamore trees in Madison Park just around the corner that have been shedding their giant leaves for the past week or so. I always try to catch their dying breath as they lay on the sidewalk. How those Oak leaves managed to sneak into the frame I do not know. They didn’t ask to share the limelight.
Here I caught our Red Maple in the very act of turning color. Gotta be fast to do this, I tell you.
Most honest, law-abiding roses have long since quit blooming, but a few years ago a new hardy rose called Knockout Rose started showing up around town. That is probably a story waiting to be told, but on my walk route there is this one taken only a couple of days ago. The very next day the bush had been trimmed and put down for the winter.
You notice that there isn’t a crow in sight.
If you didn’t think that this fall (early bummer) was not as colorful as usual, I think you are right. A couple of the larger trees didn’t survive June’s wind storm, so the view is sparser than before. I hope they got a decent burial and an appropriate headstone. By the way, some of these stones date back to the very early 1800s.
The only other thing I might add, for all of you who didn’t ask, is that for the first time I edited these photos using PixInsight, the newish program I have been using for processing astronomical images. (Do I hear you saying, “So what?”)?
Dave, considering hibernation until spring.