Friday, November 12, 2010
This is their brief, shining moment, and they make the most of it, as we all must, when and if the light is turned upon us. Sing sing sing, and then it is all over.
For the rest of the year the zelkova trees - Zelkova serrata - just sort of stand there, doing nothing but throw their arms up and out. My attitude shows that we are spoiled around here for street trees. Grand red oaks, turning now, sweet gum, deep red, perfumed summer lindens, balletic London planes, dinosaur ginkos, the weak-crotched white blossomed pears, the sweet spring honey locusts who are the first to turn bright yellow in the fall. The golden raintree, buzzing with bees in summer, dotted with lantern-like seedpods now and orange ten days ago. And in the nearby parks and gardens, birches, service berry, maples, magnolias, lilacs, crabapples, cherries, dogwoods. And many more.
But for now, and the next week, on this block at any rate, it is the zelkovas' moment of glory.