"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture
and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

~ also, if possible, to dwell in "a house where all's accustomed, ceremonious." ~Yeats

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Oakleaf Hydrangea

THE OAKLEAF HYDRANGEA,
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
Oakleaf Hydrangea
Still vivid red in mid - December!

The amazing thing about these robust hydrangea leaves is that even on the darkest night of the year, a full week or more after the above photograph, they will still be hanging from the branches. A few might be withered and sad or crumbled on the ground from rough winds, but many will remain to make the offical transition from fall to winter, long after autumn has "rolled down the hillside":

In village stations hamlets, market towns,
Cathedral cities, ends of country lanes
Like this one, where the autumn's rolling down
The hillside, and it wont be very long
Before the leaves are stacked up window-level . . .


~ Martha Grimes ~


Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.


~ Emily Bronte ~

"I don't know why,
but I always love the way
the fall leaves cover my back yard
before they turn brown and brittle."

I love the way that my sister Peg has written a kind of inadvertent, slightly expanded haiku to go along with this photograph of her backyard that she took this month. In one of those perfect coincidences that feature on this blog, one moment I was admiring Peg's current photograph, and a moment later, I just happened to scroll across these wonderful words Peg shared way back in November 2011. Like the autumn itself, Peg's words are timeless:
"I think these beautiful colors of a fall sunset are what makes it my favorite time of year. I even enjoy looking at the trees in my yard as they begin disrobing for winter. The stark contrast of the still-clinging colored leaves, the dark branches, and the ever-changing sky as a backdrop are so beautiful. And there's no sound in the world like the crunching of brittle fall leaves as you walk."

Next Fortnightly Post
Wednesday, December 28th

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