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I’m writing this on a misty morning before the first frost. The mountains are obscured by gray mist tinged with pale yellow from the rays of the rising sun. On an impulse I decided to give myself a break from work seeking. I went outside to look at my Red Maple.
In observing nature, one experience often leads to another. So, while in the yard, I went to look for one more ripe tomato on the expiring plants. There was one red tomato, just one.
My shoes were wet from walking in the grass and drops of water hung on tfie edges of tomato foliage. Their “ropes of water” were still working and the cool morning air caused the water to condense. As sun warms the air, the water will evaporate into vapor.
The leaves of my friend the Red Maple are splotched with crimson. Chlorophyll cells have ceased to function and are now transparent revealing the rich reds which were there all through the summer. Water traveling through the twigs, through the petioles (leaf stems) and into the leaf is slowing down.
The tree is preparing itself for the time when freezing water in the trunk and branches can damage the tree. The Red Maple is preparing itself for the long sleep of winter. The longer and heavier the sleep, the more exuberant will be the awakening.
The tree will erupt with the fullness of new life next April when the red winter buds at the tips of twigs lose their scales and new, perfect leaves emerge.
Now, in October, the leaves retain their shape of three lobes with a distinct “V” between them. The outer edge of the leaf is jagged with teeth, like a saw. At the end of their time, the leaves are ravaged by insects; they have been tunneled through, punc
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