Today while I was out walking, I noticed that my neighbor’s Oak tree still has most of it’s leaves.
Margaret Atwood has a poem about how all the qualities she most dislikes in people she loves in Oak trees: their cheapness and emotional withdrawal. Oaks are always the last deciduous trees to lose their leaves in autumn. This year there was never enough snow to pull the leaves down. So on the day after vernal equinox, while spring migration is in full force and all around us the atmosphere is opening up with new life, this tree seems confused. I wonder if 2012’s leaf buds will push the old ones out?
The world inside my home, and outside couldn’t be more ready for the season’s change. We welcome Spring with grateful hearts: winter’s been lovely in a quiet way. We are ready for visible ecology and loud, obnoxious motion!