Trees herald the Seasons
A rumination on the stability of time

They say there is a time for everything.
A time to live and die, laugh and cry
to paraphrase a song lyric from a group called The Byrds.
It is time to answer a nature prompt. I haven’t written about nature in a while and I am in nature every day so it seems fitting I answer this prompt.
I was walking into town. As I walked in rhythm with my thoughts, I began to ruminate on the things I do in a timely fashion. Every day I walk, cycle, garden, do sit-ups write and read with the occasional day off.
When things happen on time they add a certain rhythm to our lives. This timeliness creates a disciplined life. I used to practise this when a young mum. I would plan my day accordingly, being sure to get things done. This routine worked for me.
It’s time
I would tell myself, and still do.
It seems to work for nature too. Every year trees sprout leaves in spring and shed them in the autumn. I look forward to the seasons even though they are short, and shorter now than ever.
It seems that time ticks over on the clock regardless of behaviour. And yet, things are a bit different. For one thing clocks no longer tick like that old grandfather clock in my grandad’s hall.
And we don’t have the April showers that we used to, and the leaves don’t always crunch in autumn now that we have the rain too.
The seasons are unrecognisable, certainly in the UK, almost, except for the trees. They, mostly, obey the old ways of the seasons. And I still listen out for the blackbird that will sometimes serenade me on summer evenings on top of the old birch tree stirring my emotions.
I was inspired to write this in answer to the recent prompt by Sahil Patel on ‘Reciprocal’, by this wonderful story all about the timely habits of salmon, by Akemi Sagawa: How Salmon Navigate Back Home.
I also enjoyed reading this very much:
The above story from Sanghita Pal is so amazing. Do read it.






