Inwardly I shrieked in horror. I mean, it’s pretty and all, but what gives? I couldn’t tell what species it is (maple?) and I don’t know its usual habits, but I’m a little peeved at this tree. After that extra-long, extra-cold winter we endured, and a summer that’s made me shiver more than perspire, I can understand why this tree might be a little confused. Heck, I was confused on certain mornings in July when I had to run back into the house to grab a sweater. But come on, it’s mid-August. What’s the deal, tree?
I’m not ready to see the leaves change colour. I’m not ready to pull out the socks that I tucked away in a dresser drawer back in May. I can’t bring myself to go through my kids’ cold-weather clothes to see what still fits. I’m not ready to think about covering the air conditioner, sealing the deck, putting winter tires on the van … and I’m sure as heck not ready to face the first snowfall of winter! With the way things are going, that could happen any day.