Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - Oct. 28, 2005)
That night was the turning-point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and
we awoke in autumn; for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable point of time,
like the turning of a leaf. Henry David Thoreau
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|The pond dazzles golden
covered in golden rain tree blossoms.
No petticoats of crimson, no blankets of gold, no lifeless limbs, no scent of
warming fires. No sign of new snow boots nor mittens to be found, no steaming
chestnuts, no cord of wood, no foreboding tales of woe and cold.
There are purple berries on the beauty. There are acorns underfoot. As a lazy
alligator floats nonchalantly, the red-tailed hawk cries to his distant mate.
Against a clouded, lapis sky above and the spilled golden yellows of the golden
rain tree below, the hawks mate returns his plaintive song.
I see witches welcoming guests and white ghosts fluttering in the wind. Pumpkins
line the fields, as a scarecrow keeps sentinel upon a neighbors lawn. Cut
foam, R.I.P. gravestones lean with promises of sugar treats to come. Maple syrup on
warm toast, served up with hot mint tea transports one back to the time of shivers
abated and long winter sleeps.
Golden rain tree
The golden rain tree is a sign of autumn in Florida. Remarkably it bursts in
glorious clusters of delicate, bright yellow blossoms that contrast with thick,
lacy, green foliage. The blossoms rain upon the earth, ponds and rivers nearby in
yellows, reminiscent of Van Gogh paintings or spilled golden beads. What follows is
equally dramatic. The blossoms are replaced with bounteous fruits, (seed pods) in
the shape of maroon Chinese paper lanterns.
From green to yellow to maroon ... beautiful, commented a dear
Ah, but this lovely beauty is a villain in disguise, I cautioned. She
is out of place here. She has no natural balance. Her seedlings grow with abandon.
Her lovely bowers crowd out the natural world. Her essence clears the ground
Pondering this my friend supposed, Life is like a puzzle of pieces. They
either fit or not. You cant make them fit. When one is missing,
the puzzle is worthless, incomplete. What is perfectly natural, balanced and
wonderful in one circumstance, may be totally unfit and noxious in another place
So it is with the magnificent golden rain tree.
In warm climates, such as Florida, the seeds of the golden rain tree produce an
overwhelming amount of seedlings, which may become invasive, displacing native
plants. The Florida Exotic Pest Plant Council lists golden rain tree as an invader
with the potential to disrupt native plant communities. The beautiful golden rain
tree is out of place.
The golden rain tree is a rapid grower, 20 to 40 feet tall with a broad, somewhat
irregular, globe-shape crown. The golden rain tree is native to eastern Asia (China
and Korea). In colder climates the seeds do not have Floridas extended period
of time to produce. The golden rain tree is so beautiful that many land owners
willingly perhaps, diligently, tend the grounds beneath the tree to remove the
hundreds of seedlings. A tolerance and forgivingness is offered for the sake of
Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty excusable, perhaps,
when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable should
persist after the beauty was gone.
Mary A. (Elizabeth, Countess Von) Arnim
The pond dazzles golden in rain tree blossoms, while a plate sized crimson moon
shadows my wandering path. Summer passes into autumn scarcely visible in a hush as
it tenderly greets our senses with one last waft of scented air, back to
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