Leaves: Same Same
March 10, 2017
Around here (coastal south central Florida) there are few deciduous trees. In some areas in winter—at least that I’ve noticed—the only leaves that fall seem to be those of the live and laurel oak trees. To this northerner, that seems strange, used as I am to the variety of leaves that fall at once in autumn up north. The other thing that’s unusual to these eyes is that the oak trees lose their old leaves at the same time that they put forth new ones. The trees are never bare. And should I mention that these leaves do not look like what I think of as oak leaves? No spiky uneven margins here, but something more like a squat willow leaf. For me, one of the biggest pleasures of travel is seeing plant life that does not look like the plant life I grew up with. This path with oak leaves and the shadow of an oak tree is in the Venice Myakka River Park. I stopped to take the photo on the way to catching up with Lynda and her first big find of the day (coming up soon).