The magnolia, that I've been watching putting out its buds, has now flowered. The next phase has been leafing. So many trees put out blossoms on bare branches, but leaves need to follow, for it's the leaves that supply energy to the tree and allow the cycle of life to continue.
The leaves on the oaks on the low road have been slow to appear. Here are the first tiny green shoots, assertions of life amidst the bare branches.
A little higher up the road, and leafing is more advanced.
And higher still, the green is brilliant and forming a full canopy.
My heart sings as I watch this greening, this brightness, and this assertion of new life.
When you finally allow yourself to trust joy and embrace it, you will find you dance with everything.—Emmanuel.
It has been so rewarding watching your leafing, Juliet. Our oaks take their time leafing out here as well. Some even hold their withered leaves until spring.
It is good to hear your heart is singing.
Thank you Penny; while our trees leaf, yours are in their autumn glory.
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