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Five Minute Fridays #Green

Five Minute Fridays

Green....

Three sets of little girl feet travel fast through the grass.  Running inbetween tree clusters, running down leaf paved hills, and running around curving wood trails.  They peek out behind weathered birch bark and clutch cattails.  Every October I look forward to that Sunday afternoon cradled in-between two peaks with a jewel of brilliant blue pond in between.  It's a short walk really.  Just one lap around the rim of the oversized pond, but to them it's a hike.  And it takes us nearly an hour to wind our way through.  Because they have to stop and look...at everything.  
I am trying to catch up to my fast walking dad and I glance up.  I see a canopy of yellow leaves freckled with crimson and with chocolate underbellies.  It smells of earth and autumn.  I think back to the lesson we did a month ago in school about photosynthesis and chlorophyl and trees.  
My girls and I crowd around a book and discuss the process of photosynthesis.  Did you know that leaves can maintain their color in the summer and spring because of the long hours of sunlight?  But with less sunlight the chlorophyl that paints trees green starts to ebb away.  The true colors of the leaves begin to show.  
Autumn disrobes the green and summer slowly peels off.  
Did you know that the actual color of the leaves is already there.  It's hiding in the spring and summer masked by so much green.  
Deep forests thick with shades of green soothe us in the summer, but they captivate us and capture our attention when Autumn breathes over them and they take off their jackets of green. 




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  1. beautiful words, thoughts, and pictures! Interesting about sunlight and chlorophyll. When I took biology 100, it wasn't a lab course (thus the 100 rather than 101 course number), but we spent two class evenings at the arboretum and learned a lot of fascinating facts. I wanted the school to schedule botany around my schedule—but they didn't. I'm your FMF neighbor again!

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  2. I totally did not know that about leaves! (I must not have listened very well during biology class). Your words are beautiful this week--thank you for the pictures you paint and the photos you shared.

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