Confused Ash

Perhaps it’s the lighting. Perhaps it’s the latest cold snap (it’s really not that cold) or rain (it hasn’t been that soggy) or something else. But the “big tree in the back yard,” which we’ve now pretty much decided must be some sort of ash tree, has gotten very confused. Or at least, one branch has, which is even more odd.

This particular tree will lose a bunch of leaves in the winter, but never all of them, and they never turn colors. They may fade a bit from bright green to a more pale green, but that’s it. Then they fall off. And the tree looks like this.

Except for this one branch. In the last 24 hours. At the wrong time of year.

Are we having some sort of aboreal  revolution here?

And even if we are, shouldn’t it have happened in October or November? Or maybe even December since we further south, maybe?

You know what? “Not my circus, not my monkeys!” Or in my case, “Not my float!”

It’s pretty in a subtle way. Yellows and browns and greens with just a touch of reddish shades here and there. And in the grey, rainy, gloomy, damp lighting of mid afternoon, it stands out.

YOU BE YOU, CONFUSED ASH!