Yesterday I was caught in a traffic slowdown of stop and go traffic for two hours. My usual commute is about 20 mins. The radio told me of a number of accidents on the major routes around town which impacted the bypass route I had taken- it was friday at 5 30. My initial reaction was irritation and concern about riding my brakes. Then I started to see the areas I usually whiz by now dressed in fall finery and frequent elaborate halloween displays in yards as I passed. I drove through a “snowstorm” of tiny golden leaves as the wind blew. Right then I remembered I could choose to be grateful for the time to enjoy this rare view. Each tree is dressed in its signature colors from the dark red of the dogwoods to the golden birch and a few red maples just starting. The hillsides that often hold little definition were highlighting each individual tree and ridge and valley. When the road traveled along the french broad river I watched the sun sparkle on the moving water and felt I had been given a gift. I rolled down the windows and sang along with the radio and smiled and smiled.
Have some fun! Play with your food.
My new favorite place is the Asheville Arboretum from which many pictures will come. Iciscles formed by recent ice becoming water and following gravity. One hour later they were all gone like they had never been at all.
Next is a picture of the front drive and I must find out about these wonderful red stick bushes. Wonder what they will look like when real spring arrives. The Tea Viburnum is already lifting pink bud toward the sky. So what does this have to do with snow-globes? In a book I am reading (The Blue Shoe / Anne Lamont) she described the february weather as being like living in a snow-globe. Sunny, warm, calm and lovely and then someone shakes it and there is snow and ice again. Seemed like a good description of the recent weather.
The long journey from one home to another is finally over. It took much longer than I expected but my new situation is well worth it. That first day I found out the sun rises in my kitchen window- wonderful for me since I love sunrise. I wake up singing this song from the 60’s play HAIR. Yes I am that old.
good morning star shine, the earth says hello You twinkle above us we twinkle below good morning star shine, you lead us along my love and me as we sing our early morning singing song.
Have you had that moment when something beautiful caught your eye and you thought “I should take a picture”. But life is busy and there are appointments to keep. That happened to me yesterday. Of course I did not return until after dark yesterday and my beautiful picture looks like this today. Yesterday the tree had bright orange leaves on the branches. The fallen leaves where also bright orange and lying open and flat like they had just floated there. The colors really pleased my eye. Another example of marking time – how long would it have taken to stop and snap the picture. Having it in my memory will have to be good enough.
I find it a wonder each year as the chlorophyll goes away to reveal the internal color of the leaves. This Maple is the first red tree I have seen in Asheville, NC. You can see the hills in the background are still green. Below is the YouTube of a song I sing every year since I was a girl when I would sing it with my Dad.
Photos- well some and much more. Purple may be my favorite color. In thinking about purple, this silly, novelty song came to mind.
Flying Purple People Eater It was first written in 1958 by Sheb Wooley. This is the link to his YouTube recording which is in black & white.
The song inspired this movie in 1988 – it might still be seen on Disney. Check out this cast. The film stars Neil Patrick Harris, Ned Beatty, Shelley Winters, and Thora Birch . Guest appearances by Chubby Checker and Little Richard. And the Sheb Wooley who wrote the song 30 yrs before.
In the Star Trek Universe, Klingons have purple blood.
Porphyrophobia is fear of the color purple .
Last but most dear to me- America the Beautiful – NC Purple Mountain Majesty