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I saw the first green elderberries on the volunteer elder trees that sprouted up all over the backyard in the first few weeks of spring. The berries won't be ripe for quite a while and I would never use them for anything anyway; what is significant about them for me is how early they have appeared— much too early. Usually I haven't seen elderberries until August and it's not even June yet, so I'm a bit disturbed.
Perhaps the tree by the door is just an over-achiever, because all the other elders are still covered in creamy bouquets of tiny, white blossoms without any berries in evidence. If my conscience could take it, I would rip down the tree wearing the hard, green berries because to me it's just another sign of the ever-approaching apocalypse that is yet another record breakingly hot summer, destined to give way to a record breakingly destructive hurricane season.
It's just a tree, but we can learn a lot if we pay attention to what nature is telling us.
Perhaps the tree by the door is just an over-achiever, because all the other elders are still covered in creamy bouquets of tiny, white blossoms without any berries in evidence. If my conscience could take it, I would rip down the tree wearing the hard, green berries because to me it's just another sign of the ever-approaching apocalypse that is yet another record breakingly hot summer, destined to give way to a record breakingly destructive hurricane season.
It's just a tree, but we can learn a lot if we pay attention to what nature is telling us.
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