Such diversity in the birth of leaves! The forsythia blooms are fading (the cool weather has prolonged their inticement to ‘stop and gaze’) and the leaves are stretched out toward the sun at the tips of the branches. Late- riser leaves are slowly unfolding along the stems in the midst of the flower ‘closures’. There seems such an ideal juxtapostion of birth and death here………
The fat sticky chestnut buds have popped open. Well, they likely don’t actually pop but the brown kernel wrappings suggest popcorn. And now the brand new wrinkly chestnut leaves resemble the limp-wristed drooped-hand a person affects indicating ‘gay’.
On the fruit trees the leaves are small still, but protective, cupped around the just-pinking flower blossom. I expect if I watched earnestly enough I would see those leaves move in a shield as the wind changes direction.
The Japanese maple leaves look clenched at the moment, as if they have been knitting for too long and have assumed a therapeutic curl.
Leaves on the dogwood tree are in competition with the greenish flowers. Birch leaves are cascading in growth.
The fig leaves are so much like palms with stubby fingers that their supplicant pose as they unfurl makes me wonder what they are praying for.