Saturday, November 9, 2013
Singing Trees and Whispering Winds
I usually associate the sounds of nature with spring and summer, but on one recent walk, I was greeted by two singing trees and whispering winds that made every dry leaf rustle. As I approached the two trees, I could hear birdsong in growing volume. All of a sudden, I realized that the birds were tucked inside the leafy canopies of the two side-by-side trees, releasing their voices in chorus. And loud they were! They chirped at a fast-paced staccato, darting back and forth and back and forth between the two canopies. Was it a warning to each other that I, an intruder, was approaching or might it have been a reminder to get home and settled in for the night? As my walk continued, the wind picked up and the drying leaves that still clung to trees rustled. In particular, the yellow leaves of the maples glistened in the remaining sunlight, as a few fell and cascaded around me. I enjoyed the contrast in color with the burning bushes showy in their scarlet and parchment hydrangea tree blossoms looking more settled and subdued. My late mother always appreciated the nuances of nature. As I get older, I find myself following suit.