Yet, despite the inconvenient truth of global warming, I was not totally satisfied with this group of show-offs and wanted a sugar maple to add that peach red color that is not found in any of my native trees. Three years ago, in the fall, I paid $60.00 and planted a 6 foot high twig of a sugar maple that appears to be grafted onto another type of root maple. This year she has taken the diva role.
At first she was a little shy and just blushed, because she is so small and the fig in front of her is such a big bully of a robust tree.
But just like any happy four-year-old, once she gets her prettiest dress on, she is ready to take center stage.
And when the sun tickles her directly, it makes her laugh out loud and forget her lines. Unfortunately, this week, the nasty wind is tearing most of the ribbons from her hair and it is getting time to take the final bow for this performance.