For a second year, the autumn foliage has been muted. Last year it was from the rain, this year it was the heat.
I went up to Central Park to find the trees I skipped on the tree hunt because they look best in autumn. I was headed for the Tupelo meadow in the Ramble. Many of the trees were still green if yellowish.
There was an occasional splash of red, all the more striking against the green.
The colors were otherwise soft.
The Ramble lived up to its name and I wandered around in circles for a while, not sure where the tupelos were.
I did not even recognize one when I found it and I did not take many pictures. Perhaps the others had already shed their leaves.
I am so grateful for these rare isolated spots in the city. When I am stressed, being with the trees and the birds calms me down. I had wanted to see the elms on the literary walk in their autumn splendor.
But it was over. The leaves had fallen.
It seemed odd that some trees were still green while others had shut down for the season. But I was more intrigued about tupelo trees. I went to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, my other refuge from stress.
The colors were fairly muted there too. The light was really pretty.
There was a well identified tupelo in the local flora area.
Its autumn colors really are beautiful.
And I know what they look like now.
