Friday, October 25, 2013


I remember a stand of sumac north of Nichols Street (across from my grandparents' home) in which we used to play.  It was sort of a special world, a forest of sumac, away from parents and the rest of our lives.  Many hours, over many years, were spent there in idle play.  

At dusk Sunday I saw this beautiful stand of sumac ... 
I felt compelled to enter and experience it from the inside, as I used to enjoy doing so long ago.
Yes! Just as I remember it.  The stems are tall, slender, and slightly fuzzy.
And of course the colors of the leaves are brilliant and beautiful at this time of year.  I love the mixture of oranges and reds on display in stands of sumac.

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