One of my favorite features of fall is the turning of the wild sumac around us.
Sumac are considered shrubs, or rarely small trees. We're lucky to have them surrounding our home in small tree form, and each day of early fall they are a dramatic sight to watch as their leaves change color.
Sumac gets its name from the word red.
Our variety is called Staghorn Sumac, for the velvety branches that resemble the velvet on an antler as it grows.
All that's left on the sumac today are the fuzzy fruit spikes on bare branches.
These turn a bold crimson that stand out against the white of winter, often the only color to be
found in our backyard for months. Come spring, if the robins are
hard up for things to eat upon their return, they'll clear the fruit in a matter of a few hours.
I appreciated this year's fall color feast more than any I remember. Each
day, I woke to the view of a big maple in our backyard framed from our
upstairs window and feasted my eyes on the rich colors.
world is very much a "feast before the famine." As the last leaves
fall, we'll enter a monochromatic landscape for the long winter months ahead.
I'm thankful to have observed another beautiful season as the sumac turned.
Peace, Love, and sharing with Our World,