“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus (French-Algerian philosopher and author; 1913-1960)
I sent this photo to my Southern California co-workers last week. My manager’s response was fun: “Is that in your garden? Real moss and real leaves?” I can’t blame her for asking; the colors in Pennsylvania this autumn are stunning beyond belief!
Whether I am eating breakfast outside on our beautiful stone patio or gazing out at a snowy landscape through a window, I find daily refreshment in the beauty and constantly changing countenance of our garden.
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Japanese Maples are probably my favorite trees for many reasons: the innumerable variety of cultivars to choose from; the incredible differences in leaf shapes and bark textures, and–most relevant at this time of year–their glorious autumn display.
At the top of my list is the ‘Dancing Peacock’ Japanese Maple (Acer japonicum ‘Mai Kujaku’). In summer, the foliage is deep green. As autumn progresses, the green is tinged with scarlet before turning a brilliant golden-yellow with orange and scarlet edges. Eventually, the foliage is fully flame-red from a distance. Among the largest-leaved of Japanese Maple, the ‘Dancing Peacock’ provides abundant color for a long time.
When our children were small, we planted a tree for each of them on our property. Ian’s tree was a ‘Dancing Peacock’. Every day when he was young, he would walk past his tree on his way to catch the school bus. He would be the first one to see the colors creep into the leaves and to let me know I should come out and “look at all the colors!”
Although the boy is all grown up now, I still carry memories of golden autumn afternoons when he would grab my hand and we would walk down the driveway together to see his ‘Dancing Peacock’ strutting its stuff at the bottom of our garden.