Today I thought I’d try the Weekly Photo Challenge for the first time. Earlier today, the theme was still Collage. It just so happens that I recently made a collage in homage to sugar maples. By the time I was ready to post this collage today, the theme had changed, so I posted a photo for that challenge.
I thought I’d share this one despite the belated timing of this post. Is there a German word that implies longing for something yet not wanting to rush the time that intervenes between you and that which you desire? I’m thinking German because it seems that language has room for all sorts of ambivalence that is not acknowledged so readily in English.
If there is such a word, it would well convey how I feel in the heat of summer when I long to see sugar maples ablaze with color in autumn.
Like fading to a dream in an old film, wherein the heroine relives the day she stopped caring about her rivals . . . and in this resignation, she saw that the only rival who mattered was herself.
I’m uncertain of the identity of this bush. It is located next to a late Victorian home that has been preserved as closely as possible to how it was in 1890. Much of its landscaping originated in that time, too.
Fall is in slow decline here, but the sun cooperated so well today it was worth my time to go on a photo walk. We also had our first hard frost last night, which should speed the end of this year’s leaf display. The weather is so odd this year. The roses and petunias are still in bloom, yet the maple trees are nearly bare.