Trees keep their own time. Days of sun, days of rain. Trees are like the earth's lungs, breathing in and out.
All summer, the trees have been singing the song of leaves. It is a green song, a chlorophyll song. Photosynthesis converting carbon dioxide into oxygen, their gift to us. We couldn't live without them!
We live among trees, even in the city. We walk in their beauty and the shade their leaves provide. On a hot sunny day it can be 20 degrees cooler under trees.
In a way, we live in treehouses! There is the warmth of wood floors, tables and chairs, the assurance of wooden doors.
Wood is the memory of trees. Tree rings are a record of weather and light, a language of time and change.
All summer the trees have been singing, the sound of their leaves like rain. The creaking of branches, doors opening.
Powerful thunderstorms blew through on Friday with 70+ mph wind gusts, knocking down branches and power lines. Trees were bent over and shaking in the wind. There were train delays and power outages. A tree fell, crushing a car. There was damage from the storm.
Trees can teach us about uncertainty, resilience and impermanence. How suddenly things can change, how subtlly the summer passes! Here and there already, yellow leaves on the sidewalk. Autumn is coming.
September begins with more thunderstorms in the forecast, followed by cool Canadian air.
At this moment, the sky is clear and blue. Sunight is shining through the leaves like stained glass in a cathedral. There is no word for that color, the color of light through green leaves....
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