My Chromatically Graduated Trees

Let me show you them.

Also, it’s snowing. A lot. Midway through November. Excuse me while I go get a shotgun to swallow.

34 Comments on “My Chromatically Graduated Trees”

  1. Take a picture of the Beauteous Ghlaghghee (who has not been seen by Her legions of adoring fans in a criminally long time) and you will feel much better about the snow.

    Do it now. You know you want to.

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  2. I miss snow. It only snows about once a year here, and no one can drive in it or seem to clear it off the roads.

    I miss seasons in general. I actually mowed my lawn last weekend, something that should not happen in November, and there is pretty much zero color in the trees.

  3. Those trees are beautiful. My favorites are the ones with patches: one side has red, below is orange, there’s yellow off in a corner, and green is here and there. It’s as if they kept trying on new outfits, not sure which one to use and said, “To heck with it, I’ll wear them all!” Yours have it much more together.

  4. amandageddon – She is a slacker of the highest order, a geek of not so much, went back to school to become an even bigger geek and possibly get paid for it. She loves it when a plan comes together.

    Wow. Seems like everyone but us is getting snow. Which I don’t mind, because I don’t have my new tires on my car yet. After tomorrow, it can snow – I won’t (really) mind. We’ve been lucky here in Winnipeg – we usually get a dump of snow before Hallowe’en (whether or not it sticks around is another story) and are covered in snow from early November on. I’m sure your snow will leave, too. :)

  5. amandageddon – She is a slacker of the highest order, a geek of not so much, went back to school to become an even bigger geek and possibly get paid for it. She loves it when a plan comes together.

    Pretty trees, too. Ours are all nekkid.

  6. The trees here are pretty much done, which is a shame. There’s one outside my building that was a nice dark green, but turned purple in the cold– so half the tree is green, the other half is purple, and there’s nothing in between. Another one went green to red, again with no gradation.
    I want snow. It is not right that it be mid-November without a day below freezing. I know it’s inconvenient and hard to walk on and cars crash and such, but… part of my brain is still in September and expects it to be warmer because there’s nothing saying “winter” outside.

  7. Seeing as I’m originally from Northeast Ohio, to hear that it’s already snowing down in your neck of the woods makes me very, very afraid. Particularly since I’m coming up to Ohio for Thanksgiving.

  8. Oh, you got snow. Lucky bastard. I long for snow, the evenings are much too gloomy without it. With snow everything lightens up and you know it will be cold outside so you’ll dress properly. It’s so nice sitting in front of a fire with cocoa after a couple of cross-country skiing. Last winter was so boring with little snow. I expect snow this winter and soon, or I’ll go kick some weather gods’ arses. I live in Oslo, so I’m allowed to wish for snow.

  9. In other news, that’s a long driveway to wheel that mini-dumpster down. I don’t feel so bad about my Monday morning mini-dumpster travels. Not nearly as far.

  10. John, at least your trees haz color. Ours mostly went brown and dropped their leaves. They also started dropping in September. And it’s supposed to snow here tonight (again). Probably won’t stick long. Like I said, last year we needed new trucks, and it was all the praying that pushed the snow back after the New Year. This year we’re good to go so it was some body else’s job to keep it away. Although, if diesel keeps going up and the delivery cost of the salt rises much more, I’ll be back to the praying and lighting candles.

  11. I love autumn and dread winter. Winter where I live isn’t fun. All the transplanted Californians make for dangerous driving. They look like Bambi stepping on the ice for the first time.

    A positive, though, is gang shootings go down. It’s hard to stay anonymous when you’re peeling away from a crime scene going 5 miles an hour. Your tires are spinning and your ass-end is fishtailing. Actually, now that I think about it, even with the extra time to view the getaway car, there would be no witnesses.

    Lovely picture.

  12. Trade ya’. I miss snow. I’ve been transplanted to the south, and we haven’t had a respectable snowfall here in about 4 years. Given the drought, I don’t like my chances for this year either.

  13. Also, it’s snowing. A lot. Midway through November.

    Big baby. It’s started snowing here the 2nd week in October. Yesterday afternoon I got another 4 inches of snow. In fact, I should quit typing and go outside and plow (I would have done it last night, but I was busy making LOLsaurs).

  14. I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I’m pretty sure you’ll prefer shoveling to the taste of a shotgun.

    Gun oil = the yucky (not to mention buckshot).

  15. I want snow (whines). It was in the 70s around here, yesterday. Today it’s back into the 50s. And if it’s not the heat, it’s the drought. No snow for me.

    I like snow… no, I love snow. I blame exposure to C.S. Lewis at an early age: the Christianity didn’t take, but the idea I could maybe take tea with a mythical creature in a snowy wood–that took. Thirty years later, it’s still with me.

  16. Snow..Snow..Snow..Snow


    Wonderful Snooooooowwwwwwwwww.

    (Ah, with apologies to the Monty Python Vikings)

    This is exactly the reason why I now reside in Georgia.

    Ok, so we may be running out of water, but I can play golf in January. It’s a fair trade.

  17. We’re not getting anything up here in Toledo yet. With luck, we won’t for a while.

    (Radar tells me luck is not with me today, and I should be up to my ample ass in the stuff by early evening. Bugger.)

  18. The color is perfect, but what I want to know is who’s mowing your lawn??? And why aren’t there ANY leaves under the tree or on the grass?? It’s a professional question as that’s my profession…..

  19. Complaining about snow in November?

    What a wuss – you are obviously a native Californian, just like my wimpy kids who don’t know what real weather is like!

    When I was growing up about 100 miles from where you are living now, we had no problem coping with weather like this. It built character – or was that characters? :-)

    With best wishes,
    – Tom –

  20. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang who is Chang but is Not not chang

    Nice lawn. We were supposed to get snow today but now they are saying just get animals in heterosexual pairs, build and ark and aim for Kentucky.

  21. It’s a perfect day in November here in Southern California. I wore sandals to work, where I had to put my sweater on because the air conditioning came on for our floor.

    I don’t understand people’s affection for that wet cold stuff that just lies all over the ground messing up the lawn.

  22. What’s “snow?”

    It’s 86 degrees at 11:15am here in L.A., and rising. Yesterday got up to 94. In mid-November. Don’t believe in global climate change? I can see the ice cap melting from here.

  23. Snow’s pretty, but I enjoy the weather here in Alabama. You can wear short sleeves year round, and coat over it maybe two weeks out of the year. My fiance just moved here from Iowa for that very reason. (Okay, partly to be with me, but mostly the snow thing.)

  24. As I look out my office window, above the charred and blackened hills of Rancho Bernardo, the sky is bright blue. It’s about 75 degrees today. We’re supposed to have another Santa Ana next week, and and hopefully this one won’t come with fire.

  25. You live in Ohio! Wait 5 minutes.

    Sheesh, you’re acting like it’s a blizzard in April! Oh wait, that was 1987 (IIRC) (1921!) (1893) OK, I give up. It’s not obvious under Google. Now next week, yes, you may have a blizzard.

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