Tag Archives: Leaves

A Year in the Life of a Tree

19 Oct
Trees Park in Autumn

November

Tree Park Winter Mist
January
Trees Park in Winter Snow

February

Trees Park in Early Spring

March

Trees Park in Spring

April

Trees Park in Spring

May

Trees Park in Autumn

October

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I Remember the Important Things

15 Sep

sunset rays behind trees

I remember the important things.

Like the words to my favourite songs,

Or the way you smiled the night we met.

I remember the important things.

Like what was written in a letter,

Or the way the sun rays shined through the trees.

I remember the important things.

Like the smell of lavender skin,

Or the billions of stars we fell asleep counting.

I remember the important things.

Like the murmur of August leaves and her sad smile on the last day of summer.

Sorry, Summer, You were Just a Fling

13 Oct

“The sky is grey,” people say, disappointed, looking out of the window.

I follow their gaze, but it is a smile, not a frown that comes over my face.

The sky is grey, the air is cool and the sun has migrated to warmer lands. Outside, my nostrils are filled with wood and wet earth. Trees are secreting a subtle perfume, very similar to their spring scent. Nature, however, is not dressing up for her annual appearance; she is taking off this year’s costumes to renew her wardrobe for next year’s show.

Summer is no longer playing games with Autumn. She teased him for a while, fooling him into thinking that she’ll stay a little longer. But she only put up with two weeks of his moodiness, his thoughtful silences and eccentric obsession with orange. Summer skipped away, perhaps a little offended, to go and find Spring, who always lets her stay.

Summer seduced me with her carefree laughter and bright eyes. But her childishness and incessant energy soon fatigued and frustrated me. When Autumn appeared, with his mysteries and independence, he asked for and obliged to nothing…and thus, made me want to give and take everything.

Every evening, I get drunk on his beauty. Like a child at a fun fair, my eyes devour everything and my heart bursts with joy at the magic of it all. I want to absorb the bright pallet of colours and paint my white walls in the warm hues of red, yellow and brown. I want to put the smell of burning twigs and ripe vegetables into a box, so that I can smell it on dull winter afternoons. I want to collect the fallen leaves and scatter them across my floor, to be able to live permanently in this enchanting season. I want to put time on pause, just for a day, to sit with nature in silence.

“Temperatures have fallen,” people say, shivering with disapproval.

Yet my cheeks are glowing and my limbs are filled with life as, suddenly, for the first time in nine months, my body meets a dear old friend – the cold.

Sorry, Summer, but you were just a fling.

Autumn is my true love.

Autumn has Arrived

22 Sep

There’s no doubt about it: autumn has arrived. Tress are taking off their lively summer garments and dressing in warmer tones. The sun no longer stays out to play between the leaves until bedtime, but retreats not long after dinner. In the mornings, the grass is shining with dew and the last wisps of night mist float between the blades. As I open the windows upon waking, cold air pricks at my sleepy skin and I can barely spend a moment appreciating the flowers before shaking from the moist air.

A few weeks ago my whole body ached with the stuffiness of the house in the afternoon. Shutters would be closed to keep out the heat and walks were reserved for evenings. Today, I can barely change my clothes quickly enough to avoid the damp from penetrating my bare skin. It is now even too cold to sit day-dreaming on the balcony, as I often did in previous months.

Autumn was once my favourite season and I thought that my northern soul could never love the heat waves of the South. But now that the seasons have changed at the blink of an eye, now that short days and sharp winds are ahead, I regret not having had the chance to say goodbye to summer…

A True Moment of Peace

29 Apr

It was a mild and clear evening today; I had dinner on the balcony and decided to stay outside until it got dark. Legs crossed in half-lotus, I sat and watched.

I watched aeroplanes draw pink lines across a blue backdrop. I watched the leaves on the trees wave gently to me. I watched a thin purple cloud spread its thin limbs for the night in a comfortable place in the sky. I watched the wind play hide and seek between the branches. I watched the sky put on its grey pyjamas. I watched the trees fall asleep when the wind got tired of playing with them. I watched pollen float from left to right, as if unable to make up its mind about where to land.

There were sounds too, of course. Leaves whispering secrets to each other before lights out, birds singing lullabies, and dogs tiptoeing outside the house.

As I sat watching and listening, I lost track of time. Was I outside for ten or twenty minutes? Or perhaps I was there for half an hour?

Absorbed by nature, I felt myself extending into its vastness. During this moment, I felt open, still and quiet, just like the trees, the grass and the sky around me. I was meditating without knowing it.

By taking a rare opportunity to observe a tranquil evening, I got a rare experience in return: a true moment of peace.