Green. I actually forget how very green it is here until it happens all over again in the spring. It's something I think I used to take for granted. With age comes wisdom, I suppose. Not only does it look so very green, but it also smells so very rich and green. I was thinking today as I walked that I wish there was some way I could share the fragrance with you as well as the images. I so wish you could smell this. Sweet earth. Herbal, grassy greenness and flowers. Indescribable and amazing.
The delicate beauty of the flower fallen from a tulip poplar. This is the only way you get to see them since they are so very high up in the canopy. It is easy to see how they get their name, isn't it?
It's also easy to see why these tall, straight beauties were harvested by Colonial entrepreneurs for the masts of the mighty sailing ships of those days. They were a major source of revenue for the colonies in the early days of our country. The British navy had a thirst for timber in those days - particularly tall, straight trees.
I love the thick, rope-like texture of their bark.
And their majestic presence in the landscape. Tall, slender, and straight as an arrow with a high canopy of broad leaves and delicate tulip-like flowers in spring; they are a wonderful part of my woodland flora. If you have these beauties in your landscape, keep a lookout for their flowers on the ground this time of year; and maybe take a moment to appreciate their quiet beauty.
Wishing you all the joy of spring very soon! Hang in there! Happy weekend :)