The leafing of the trees has been
put on hold
by the reappearance of Winter this March.
I like the trees without their
leaves.
True shapes – twisted and gnarled,
just beginning,
straight and slim, or ancient and
spreading –
the trees are vulnerable and real
in the Winter.
And without leaves you can see
what was.
Last summer’s nests are visible.
Who knew there were so many nests,
tucked away, so near and yet unseen?
We went on a walk on one of Winter’s
tricky “Spring”
days back in January.
The objective of the stroll was
to search for last year's nests.
Kadence climbed to retrieve a
nest.
I’m not sure what kind it is -- I’m not very good at nest identification
(that’s my Mamma’s specialty. Here’s a link to see her collection!)
Collecting Sycamore seed balls
that are fun to crush
and scatter in the wind.
The beauty of what’s left bare on
the Tulip Poplar trees
after the seeds have long gone.
Cassia has finally spied her
first nest!
It’s number ten on our walk.
I’m guessing at this one being a Cardinal’s.
This Kadi girl had toted her pen and
notebook along
and sat down every now and again to quickly
sketch something.
She does remind me of the girl I
used to be!
"Let love be genuine.
Abhor what
is evil;
hold fast to what is good."
Romans 12:9
