Samara.
Samara.
Samara.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time.
In short, to paraphrase Shakespeare's Macbeth, time passes.
In short, to paraphrase Shakespeare's Macbeth, time passes.
Without delay, Red maples are one of the very first plants to bloom every year in the South, even before the first day of spring.
And now, red maples are already producing fruit. Yes, callow fruit: long double samara with lovely chartreuse and pink wings that will, in a brief time, twirl to the ground like tiny organic helicopters.
And we'll be raking up the fall leaves before you can say "Out, out brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow."
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3 comments:
Your close up photo of the maple seedlings is divine!
Thanks Trendle.
It's not that hard. The divine exists almost everywhere you look.
Amen!
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