Image from Greenspade.
I saw a tree like this while “walking the dog” today. It was the sun, brought down to earth, on an otherwise dreary day. The colors on the trees and on the ground this morning were spectacular.
A difference between fall here and on the East Coast is that we don’t get a lot of wind, so the leaves don’t mix. And since the leaves of all the trees don’t fall at the same time, I’ll see a tree spread its color from the sky above to the ground directly below. Ten feet away will be a different color. And then another. And then another.
You’d think, coming from Maine, I’d be better at recognizing species of trees, but I seem to lack this ability. Of course, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ginko biloba tree in Maine, so that might be why it took me some researching to find it. I’m not usually a fan of trees that turn yellow. The trees that people normally “oooh” and “aaaah” over are often the reds and oranges of maple trees. But the Ginko Biloba tree, standing alone in all of its yellow glory, was spectacular. It made me appreciate yellow trees in the fall.