I’m a big fan of locust trees. That’s the tree on the left in the picture, the one with the very small leaves looking very lacey and delicate. I grew up on seven acres in “the country” and my parents have two big big locust trees on the property, in the ditch where the spring meltwater runs downhill to the creek midway through the front of the property. Locust trees can have some pretty fierce thorns so Dad would always tell us to be really careful around the one thorny tree, but I was kind of fascinated by the long smooth spikes. They looked so dangerous but came from such a beautiful tree… the juxtaposition shook my world when I was young.
Locust trees are some of the prettiest during fall. The upper leaves go yellow while the lower are still green and it looks like gold dust has settled there. I’m so glad our new house has a locust tree in the front yard. The patio is covered in little bits of gold and it feels welcoming, like this place is good for us and, somehow, shares a connection with my parents’ house. Trees are amazing that way.
Considering the locust trees, it occurs to me that I miss the time spent at my parents’ house which never seemed like leisure time or downtime before, but that’s exactly what I want right now. Some peace and stillness and locust leaves dancing over my head.
Things are still very busy at work and will stay busy for the whole month. I’m knitting on things for me and I’ll share those soon. When I get a minute to catch my breath and take a few pictures. When I’ve considered the locust trees.