the western sugar maple

Found some pictures Cindy took of the bigtooth, Wasatch, or canyon maple, Acer grandidentatum in the back yard. I bought these for $6.25 at the old Hampden West Nursery, about 1988. They get water, and so are about 20 feet tall now. They were afflicted with anthracnose last year after a relatively wet spring; I removed infected leaves and branches and everything seemed fine this summer.

Early Mormon settlers tapped these for syrup; when the sap is running I can see why. In fact, some botanists consider this to be just a shrubby western “expression” of the eastern sugar maple, Acer saccharum. Whatever. Here, they’re trees; single-trunked, with no sign of forming additional trunks. I picked up another one a while back, called ‘Manzano’, which is supposed to be more tree-like, though how much more tree-like than the ones already here, I don’t know. Maybe extra tree-like. I hope that doesn’t mean “gets huge and leaves trillions of seedlings everywhere”.

‘Manzano’ is planted to replace an Acer ginnala which has suddenly gone downhill. The spiralling gashes in the bark suggest that it was hit by lightning, which can cause anything to go downhill.

Something we don’t see here very often, leaves rimmed with ice.

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an autumn day

On our walk this morning it was evident that the season was changing; the willows along the creek turned yellow almost overnight. There was a woman sitting in a chair, singing. (Really.)

Not much to say today so I’ll let other people do it. These pictures were mostly taken in October but it’s close enough as to make no difference to me.

Herbsttag

Rainer Maria Rilke

(my translation is near the bottom)

           Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.

         Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,

und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.

     Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;

gieb ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,

  dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage

die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.

                  Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.

       Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,

          wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben

und wird in den Alleen hin und her

             unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

more of Cindy’s pictures. today would have been our thirtieth anniversary.

An Autumn Day

Rainer Maria Rilke

                 Lord: it is time. The summer was so grand.

      Lay your shadows across the sundial,

     And on the fields let loose the wind.

Command the last fruits to swell;

                    Give them but two days of southern weather

Urge them to ripeness and press

              The ultimate sweetness into heavy wine.

                     Who has no house now, will never build one.

Who is alone now, will always be,

Will wake, read, write long letters

And restlessly wander the streets

Like leaves in the wind.

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