And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the
heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them
be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.
Genesis 1:14
This winter has been one of the mildest winters on record, with very little snow fall...
heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them
be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years.
Genesis 1:14
This winter has been one of the mildest winters on record, with very little snow fall...
While other parts of New York such as Buffalo had record-breaking amounts of snow, my area had almost record lows. But now winter is almost over, and this means spring is not far off. For me, it also means that my beloved tree friends will soon begin to blossom.
Regular readers of my journal know about them, as tales of my tree friends are woven throughout its pages. Miss Goldie and Mister Orange are two very special trees whom I have had the joy of getting to see and know. Standing alongside one another only a short distance beyond the prison's electrified fence, with its two accompanying razor wire fences which make up the perimeter's security, is where they can be found.
Right now, however, they are barren. Having gone into hibernation for the winter, it won't be too much longer before the warm spring rays of the sun slowly awaken them to a new season.
This past autumn, when their true beauty was expected to be put on display, was a disappointment. An approximately five-week drought over the summer prevented them from getting the right amount of nutrients from the soil, which they needed to help produce their gorgeous fall colors. Mixed with an early cold snap, their leaves never achieved the level of beauty they had in seasons past.
But another spring is on the horizon. If it arrives early, they will begin to awaken and bud ahead of schedule. I hope so. My friends are missed. It will be good to see them again. I'm looking forward to wood land filled with green, and with herds of deer grazing in the grass.
D.B.
Regular readers of my journal know about them, as tales of my tree friends are woven throughout its pages. Miss Goldie and Mister Orange are two very special trees whom I have had the joy of getting to see and know. Standing alongside one another only a short distance beyond the prison's electrified fence, with its two accompanying razor wire fences which make up the perimeter's security, is where they can be found.
Right now, however, they are barren. Having gone into hibernation for the winter, it won't be too much longer before the warm spring rays of the sun slowly awaken them to a new season.
This past autumn, when their true beauty was expected to be put on display, was a disappointment. An approximately five-week drought over the summer prevented them from getting the right amount of nutrients from the soil, which they needed to help produce their gorgeous fall colors. Mixed with an early cold snap, their leaves never achieved the level of beauty they had in seasons past.
But another spring is on the horizon. If it arrives early, they will begin to awaken and bud ahead of schedule. I hope so. My friends are missed. It will be good to see them again. I'm looking forward to wood land filled with green, and with herds of deer grazing in the grass.
D.B.
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