Monday, September 13, 2010

"Sacramento Valley,...and the way the fallen camellias turned the sidewalks brown and slick during the Christmas rains."




At most time the seasonal changes and trees of past places do not come to mind. Occasionally, the present seasonal changes, and blossoming trees bring them all back, flooding my memory and shaping the landscape of those memories.
I have had friends that were as attached to these same events, I can remember night raids on lilac trees. Streets that were a destination because of the Magnolia trees that grew for a least the span of two miles.
I have a feeling of anxiety when certain trees burst into flower, because trees are not that smart, and there is always, always stormy weather still lingering that will rip all the blossoms from their boughs.
Eucalyptus are different, I have a hard time describing them-the light has a wondrous effect on them. I can walk past them without noticing them, and then one day the light is striking the bark in a way that illuminates the tree into so many colors.

We have been in the garden, many, many hours can be passed there, hours that become days and days that bring us to the start of a new week.
The garden is hopeful, with new color and possibility.
Of course as is the fate of the Australian gardener, there are the constant disappointments, one tulip where a dozen were planted.

I pulled Zok outside to stand downwind of the Magnolia's blooms.
The scent of the blooms do not transfer that well into the house, but better to cut a few for the house, then to let them all be blown away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

wow the magnolia tree looks lovely glad you are BOTH home to see it this year!!
Heidi.x