The trees are tired and who can blame them? Scorched by the sun last week and then ravaged by the wind on the weekend, they’re ready to retire for the season.
Up close the leaves look blemished, nibbled by insects and tattered by the wind. They’ve seen better days. As the leaves have yet to turn color for the fall, after Hurricane Earl departed it was odd to see so many green ones covering the forest floor.
Earl’s high winds beat many of the trees to the ground. Some tried their best to accommodate the wind by bending, but even a young tree can only bend so far before it’s folded in half and unable to get back up again.
Lulled to sleep by the soft buzz of chainsaws in the distance, some have become logs, ready for the deep rest that comes once one is covered with mosses.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather