Apple, weeping cherry, pear, redbud. The trees in the neighborhood are in bloom.
You know the seeds I’m referring to- the ones like helicopters that twirl in the wind or if you peel the end you can stick it on the end of your nose.That is if the seed isn’t too dry already. There’s a bit of “sticky” to adhere to your skin. My grandson likes to pick them up off the sidewalk and hold them high, let them go and like a rotor they go round and round to the ground. The maple seeds are all over the city this time of year.
Last week on our walk around the neighborhood, we saw a lot of the seeds and quite a few tiny maple trees. I told Charlie that wherever a seed lands in some dirt, it has a chance to grow into a tree. I find these “volunteer” trees in my pachysandra ground cover and in other unexpected spots. You have to pull them up and out before they get too deep. And of course volunteer trees pop up from acorns and other seeds. Right now I have a grove of young ailanthus trees in my back garden..And if you want to purposefully plant a maple tree from seed, click here for instructions.
Eastern Redbud tree. It was a beautiful day today before the downpour of rain arrived Saturday night. Just look at that blue sky.
A friend planted the Redbud in my backyard as a memorial to my parents after they’d passed. Thanks, Ginny.
It was my parents favorite type of tree. The way the pink blossoms emerge along the entire branch makes it a stand out amongst the flowering trees.
Time for a new birdhouse.
It’s at least a dozen years old and was used every year until it deteriorated and split apart this year. It’s hanging in the birch tree out back st Mark snd Erika’s home In Ohio.
I bought this from the puppeteers, Charlie snd Laura who came to our school to perform and who are master gardeners and craftsmen.
When the outdoor world seems black and white and gray but your photograph is in color. Everyone has had enough of the cold, snow, ice and dark. They’re ready for crocuses and daffodils bursting through the earth, looking for light.
I’ve photographed this tree before. I always like how the snow defines the branches.
A friend drove over from Morristown to Morris Plains (New Jersey) today. It’s where I spent a decade of my growing up.
Photographed this evergreen for me. Sent me the photo. Between 40 and 50 feet tall now. Wow!
I was wondering if it was still there after all these years.
We had a live tree with the roots encased in a burlap sack just that single year. I remember how we watered it and of course it was really heavy to get out of the living room.
Usually we’d get a cut tree, close to Christmas Eve. You know the ones- sometimes hard to get level in the metal stand or the base of the trunk is too thick so you get a metal bucket and some rocks, the fresh trees that drop needles before Epiphany, or you grab the trunk and are dripping with sappy gum. These real trees evoke Christmas of yesteryear with the pine fragrance. Not a candle or soap or air freshener. True woodsy clean fresh pine along with a tangerine peel says Christmas to me.
This Christmas tree was planted behind St.Paul’s Church in Morris Plains where our dad was the rector. We lived in the Rectory across the street.
The photographer prefers anonymity to a photo credit but I’m grateful for the effort and can’t wait until my brother and sister see this magnificent tree. Thank you.
The Hendricks Family Christmas (1963) Tree today. 2-10-19
Coney Island Ride, carousel poles, birthday candles. Hair in a twist. Lighthouse in Florida. A gnarled tree.