“Stick season” is that time of year when the leaves are off the trees and the snow has not yet arrived.
As Peter Gilbert, executive director of Vermont Humanities Council, so beautifully writes in this recent commentary:
“Vermont seems to become itself again in stick season. It’s as if the party’s over, the guests – tree peepers, summer folk, and snow birds – have headed south, things have calmed down, we breathe a sigh of relief, and we change, as it were, into our ordinary clothes. Its time to just be ourselves before new visitors come with the snow.”
It is a magical time, a time to see the muscles and bones of the trees, the stars peeking through the branches on these long, dark nights, a bird perched, waiting for a chance at the feeder. The colors are muted and, for that, all the more appreciated, a chance to study the many variations that are life at this time of year.
Oh, such beautiful bones! Ahhhh. Brings calm into my own skeleton. 🙂 Thanks for capturing them with such imagination and delight, John.