“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.”
A newly planted hay field contrasts with the sugar woods now asleep for the winter.
Tamarack trees still light up the hillsides.
The soft color is beautiful, even with the memory of a spectacular Fall still close at hand…
…as is the mirror image.
Tamarack less its leaves is beautiful in new ways.
A White Birch reflecting, with the sun, in the dark waters of #10 Pond
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.
A Sugar Maple greets winter.
This entry was published on November 9, 2014 at 12:09 pm. It’s filed under Fall colors
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