For a year I have taken photographs of the big walnut tree closest to the house, watching its transition through the seasons. Each month brings something different, something to enjoy about the way nature reminds us life is cyclical. Heat, rain, sun, frost, drought, hail, wind, whatever is thrown at this tree it follows its seasonal progress. And I find that reassuring.
Bare limbs, yellow and green shadows, silvered bark, smashed walnuts trodden underfoot…
New life, green leaves, baby walnuts, blue sky, a flash of orange pomegranate flowers…
Dappled shade, woodpeckers drumming, walnuts fattening…
Summer’s end, autumn heralded, green leaves powdered with August dust, walnut shells hardening…
Leaves yellowing, drying and falling, walnuts gathered, shells broken underfoot. The annual cycle begins again.
‘Guide to Trees of Britain and Europe’ [UK: Hamlyn]
5 to remember
proclamar – to herald/proclaim/announce
moteado – dappled/mottled/speckled
en polvo con – powdered with
anual – annual
el ciclo – the cycle
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