This anonymous Japanese maple turns a stunning shade of red in the fall. Photos by Doug Oster
As a soft rain fell, pansies were tucked into the cool soil which filled containers, the last of the garlic found a home in compost covered with a blanket of straw and this unknown Japanese maple put on a spectacular show.
The tree was a gift from a gardener who didn't really like it. Planted on the bend of a switchback of the driveway it languishes in obscurity until the leaves turn deep red. Of all the people who drive by, I think I'm the only one who actually recognizes its beauty.
While gardening, I took a break to sit in the tool shed listening to the rain and the sound of a distant train reaching a crossing. As I resumed my work I was drawn to the wonderful colors of this maple. Standing in the rain I marveled at the saturated palette the leaves produce.
It's better to be a star in the garden, even if it's only for a week, instead of never being the focal point.
All gardens are ephemeral, that's what makes them so wonderful.
Last night a front came through with high winds, removing most of the leaves.
About half of them remain, hanging on for one last gasp of fall color.
It was great to work in the garden, but even better to sit in the tool shed listening to the rain and a train whistle in the distance.