The grove of maplesPosted: October 5, 2012 Filed under: 365 Meditation Challenge, Air, Autumn, Earth, fall, Fire, hiking, home, Letting Go, Local Tourists, Mindfulness, nature, Photography, Quotes, Spirit, Walking, wandering | Tags: autumn, fall foliage, Hiking, Holden Arboretum, Khalil Gibran, MaidinSun Photography, nature, Outdoors, Photography, quotes, Robert Louis Stevenson, Susanna Tamaro, trees, weather, woods 24 Comments
Trees are different. From the moment it sprouts until the day it dies, a tree stays fixed in the same spot. Its roots are nearer than anything else to the heart of the earth, and its crown is nearer to the sky. Sap courses through it from top to bottom, from bottom to top. It expands and contracts according to daylight. It waits for rain, it waits for sun, it waits for one season and then another, it waits for death. Not one of the things that enable it to live depends on its will. It exists and that’s all. Now do you know why trees are so good to stroke? Because they stand so staunchly, because their breathing is so slow and so serene and so very deep.
~ Susanna Tamaro
I went up to the Holden Arboretum yesterday to see how the colors were coming along. Somewhere along the way, and I’m not sure I could find them again, I walked into a grove of sugar maples. It was a magical, glorious place to be. I could have spent hours there, watching the light change and the leaves fall.
I would have spent hours there, but there were, eventually, other places I needed to be.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~ Khalil Gibran
I’m not sure about the age of the trees. Sugar maples are slow growers. They start out relatively fast in tree terms (averaging about a foot per year for the first 30 years), then they slow down. After about 140-150 years, height growth stops and radial growth slows.
The trees looked fairly young to me, but a 30-year-old tree might be only 6 to 8 inches in diameter and 30 to 35 feet in height.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon people’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Every now and then a gust of wind would come through and leaves would rain down, sometimes catching the sunlight as the made their way toward the ground. (If you look closely, you can see some falling leaves in the above photo. Click on it to enlarge.)
The color changes up north where the big lake (Lake Erie) keeps the temperatures a little more moderate seem to be a little behind what we’re seeing here. I had to run errands this morning and couldn’t help but notice how much color there is, especially on the country roads.
My walk today was rushed. By the time I finished my errands, I didn’t have much time for a walk because the rain from a cold front was almost here. Quite a few of our trees have already lost a lot of leaves, yet there is still green out there.
I haven’t uploaded the photos from today’s short walk. Hopefully I’ll get to that over the weekend. It will be interesting to see what changes are wrought by the cold front. The temperature is going to take a big dip. The high for Sunday is predicted to be 49 degrees.
Looks like there is rain in the forecast for most of the weekend. It will be a good time to get caught up around the house and in the blogosphere. I’ve fallen way behind again.
I reckon that’s it from the Bogs for today. Thanks for joining me in the maple grove. I hope it wasn’t too dull, seeing so many shots of one place. I’m sure some are better than others, but I had trouble choosing because I’m still seeing the memory of the magic in the maples.
Wishing you a weekend filled with joy and magic!
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
~ Hermann Hesse
These are such beautiful photos. And the maples are breathtaking…The colors are really amazing. Thanks so much for sharing and I hope you have a lovely weekend!
You’re welcome, Dounia. And thank you. I hope you have a lovely weekend, too. 🙂
Wonderful fall scenes!
Thank you, Phil. Mother Nature is being generous this year. 🙂
Dull? You’re kidding!! It was amazing taking a walk through the maples, seeing the leaves fluttering to the ground and hearing the slow and serene breathing of the trees. Have a wonderful weekend Robin. 🙂
Thank you, Joanne. I’m so glad they didn’t get boring. I worry when I post so many photos of basically the same thing. 🙂
Beautiful colours again. Can’t get enough!
Thank you, David. 🙂
I am so enjoying your blog. I like the stories. The pictures are amazing. I am heading to Cancun with my camera and laptop. Good location for street photography.
Thank you, Robert. And thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I appreciate it. Have a great trip to Cancun! 🙂
It is magic, standing in a sunlit grove and watching the leaves fall all around you…Thanks for sharing it 🙂
You’re welcome, Marie. And thank you. 🙂
Thank you for sharing these lovely colors. I think it is going to be a strange autumn. Some trees are already vibrantly colored while others haven’t even begun to change. Mama Nature has really thrown us for a loop this year with the early heat in spring, draughty summer and now a fairly unpredictable fall. I hope she doesn’t have too many tricks up her sleeve for winter!
You’re welcome, Karma. And thank you. 🙂
I have been surprised by the color, to be honest. I thought after the hot and dry conditions of summer that the leaves would just fall off without much of a show. The reds seem to be dominating this year. Last year, I think, it was the yellows. I’m hoping Mama Nature brings lots of snow to us here in the Bogs (but won’t wish it on anyone else because I know I’m a little crazy when it comes to snow…lol!).
This was a magical walk with you today.. how I wish we had Sugar Maples here:D
Thank you, Smidge. 🙂
Oh wow !
Such beautiful colours. 🙂
Thanks, Sallyann. 🙂
Magically beautiful, Robin. I loved the Hesse quote; I’ve not heard that one before and its so profound. I hope you look at your post in the WP reader – the leaf colors of all the photos together in that collage are spectacular!
Thank you, Lynn. 🙂 I hadn’t seen it so I went to look. They do make a great collage. I might have to see what I can do with that.
Lovely, lovely photos. On a cloudy, cold, rainy day here in Somers Point–they are uplifting to view. We don’t have much color here yet and I expect the next few weeks will bring a change. I plan on driving over to Cowtown on Tuesday and hope to see some color there.
Thank you, Teresita. 🙂
I think you’re a couple of weeks behind us. Hopefully you’ll have some color soon.
I’m so thankful to have my blogging friends and I’m able to enjoy fall and winter through their blogs 🙂 These are gorgeous!
Thank you, Michaela. Glad you’re getting a chance to enjoy fall, even if it’s vicariously. 🙂