Golden Apple Leaves 1
Carpeting the lawn
Autumn hues of yellow-gold
Following on from my Lonely Cloud post, I present:
A Host of Golden Apple Leaves,
An adaptation of the line A host of golden daffodils, from William Wordsworth’s poem;
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Golden Apple Leaves – Tree 2
With all the colourful blossoming going on, as seen in my last post, Winter Solstice, my winter garden could pass for summer, except for a few tell-tale signs that it is, in fact, mid-winter.
The ancient apple tree, with its winter carpet of golden leaves, is one of those signs.
post script: Yes, I know it is confusing! It is mid-Winter here in Cape Town; today anyhow. The temperatures have plummeted, gales are howling and icy rain falls intermittently. Yet the apple tree is shedding its leaves as though it were Autumn, while next to it, the large Camellia bush is covered in buds waiting to burst forth as in Spring, and most days a Summer sun beats down, while Sunbirds sip nectar from the honeysuckle! Cape Town is beautiful!