Springtime Sugar Maples

Late April… most deciduous trees have filled their characteristic naked branches of winter with lush, green leaves. 

I repeat, most; not all.

The two sugar maples, residing in my lawn; one at the back of the house and one at the front, have only just broken bud. A few flowers add texture. I know from years of watching that this is normal; but, I still get concerned. I wonder if those trees are still alive or if; perhaps, they have died over the winter. 

During springtime, I keep a daily vigil; watching and wondering.  Then, one day, I see the first hint of green at the branch tips at the very top of the tree.  I can breathe easier.  I knew I did not have to worry; but I did, just the same.

These two trees play major roles in my landscaping; they are anchors to the rest of my garden.  Glenn and I planted each tree after scrutinizing their fall color as they both still stood, roots balled in burlap, at a local nursery.  Once I approved of the colors, the trees were purchase when they were only small saplings; one sugar maple (the boldest of reds) one year, the second (a mellow orange) a few years later.

Autumn 2011

We have relished each for their specific color and growth pattern; but, most importantly throughout the year, these trees provide many birds a place to rest, and many beautiful vignettes which I file in photos and in my mind; reminders of generosity, beauty, life.

Today, like every day, a male cardinal sits in the highest branch and sings his recognizable melodies.  I hear him at 5:30 in the morning. He returns during late afternoon, before dusk, to sing again.  I can still see his vibrant feathers giving way to his location. Soon, he will only be heard and not seen.  But, I know where he is perched.  And, he will make me smile.

Everyone deserves a tree.