Although the pecan trees have lost their leaves and other trees have changed colors in New Braunfels, there is still much green left in my garden and yard. I appreciate the live oaks, Texas red oak, crepe myrtles, and cedar trees in the front and back yards, especially when the morning sun is shining on their leaves outside my office window. In the afternoon, the sunlight rolls into the backyard, causing my hanging baskets to glow green.
I wonder if I love this neon green because of the weeping willow trees I hid beneath in the summers of my youth.
The winter starkness of northern climes does not reach this far south, for which I am grateful. However, for the past few days we have been experiencing quite blustery weather, which allows me to wear sweaters and receive a thrill at going inside where it’s warm. All the hanging and potted plants, however, have been huddled together against the breakfast nook wall, waiting to be covered on the cold nights. When it warms up again, which it never fails to do after a few days, I’ll spread out the pots and rehang the baskets.
I lived in Indianapolis until I was fourteen, so I remember the dark, bare tree branches reaching towards mostly sullen skies full of rain or snow. There was no bright green in our winter yards, no hanging baskets either. But before winter arrived, there was always a glorious autumn.