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The 6th was a gorgeous day. Clear, blue, warm. Shirt-sleeve weather. The forecast for the next week was for cold and wet, and more cold and wet.
I took ibuprofen, took these pics, and then walked to work.
Maple on the patio.
Remember that maple terminal bud that we looked at many times in the spring? Eventually there stopped being visible changes, so I stopped talking about it. Here it is on the 6th. Interesting that the leaves that started last remained smaller than the others. As though there was "a time to grow" and if you got a late start, you just didn't have as much time to grow, and so remained small.....
Small, but colorful..........
Leaf from a silver maple. Not sure what kind the above is, but not silver.
Just to prove it's our yard............. (the white thing is a golf tee, which was used to hold whiffle golf balls which were whacked against the back of the house)
Oak.
Fresher maple on not-so-fresh maple.
Maple with ... chokecherry, I bet.
These are definitely chokecherry.
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What a visual pleasure! I especially like the fresh maple on not-so-fresh maple. I'm already craving Spring and it isn't even really Winter yet. sigh.
Thanks!
I love winter, but am sad about the end of the color. And the dearth of leaves on the trees means my house is a LOT more public than it is in summer.......
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