Dec 18 2009
Seasons of Green
It is winter in Central Florida. Which means that the verdant green landscape has turned browner. Not slate gray like in northern climates. But duller nonetheless.
As I look out my window, a few things tell me it isn’t summer.
- The neighbor’s dogwood tree is half naked. The remaining leaves are reddish/greenish/brownish. And limp.
- Similarly, the bald cypress tree in our yard has lost most of its soft needles. The remaining ones are a bleached green or a shade of brown.
- The birds at the feeder. Chipping sparrows and goldfinches come around only when their food up north runs scarce.
I wonder how changing seasons (thanks to a wobbly planet) have influenced human beliefs. How different would our metaphysics be if the temperature was a consistent 75 and trees held their leaves all year.
