Posts tagged trees
Posts tagged trees
Baobab trees at the Royal Botannic Gardens in Cranbourne Victoria.
It’s truly a fine autumn, blue sky days, fleecy white clouds from time to time, and that balmy stillness as the heat of summer with it’s particular style of energy begins to ease out letting the plants begin to wind down. Soon the leaves of this tree with change colours, and begin to fall as the tree begins to rest and reserve it’s energies over the coming winter in readiness for a spring.
The last of the tomato crop is slowly ripening and proving good eating. The mandarins are rapidly filling out and I’m looking for the first hint of the gorgeous orange skin to show. There is so much blossom on the lime and the lemon and the bees are busy about their work of ensuring those blooms pollinate and become new fruit.
It’s a good time of year to prepare for a winter project to keep creativity awake. I will miss daylight saving time and those extra hours of daylight, but it’s also nice to be in a warm place, making something beautiful - a crochet rug, or some embroidery, or perhaps a short story that I’m happy about.
Meanwhile I rather like sitting out on the deck and imagining images and shapes in those fleecy clouds overhead.
A design in bark.
The paper bark on some of the street trees is interesting. The colour ranges from really dirty, almost sooty, through to soft rose and gleaming white. It depends on the stage of the shedding process as well as the type of tree. I enjoy the various textures and patterns created by the shedding process. Spiders often weave webs in the layers adding another dimension to the texture and patterns.
Just stretching out, sometimes things get a little cramped around here.
These knotty trunks and twisted footholds set me to thinking about the word burled. It comes from an old French word bourle apparently meaning a tuft of wool. The word burr is derived from it. I know something about burrs because I’m always brushing them out of the dog’s coat after our walk in the park. I also know something about wool that has a bourle particularly when knitting with more than one colour in fair isle for instance when invariable the skeins get snarled and tangled.
Anyway I’m always fascinated by trees as you probably have gathered by now, and I shall continue to photograph them in all their glory and their nobbiness, their smooth beautiful skins and their rough grainy textured hides.
And so ends Day 30 of the 30 Day Challenge although I’m guilty of missing a post on a few days and thus taking a little longer than the 30 days I have made it to the end in my own slow way.