YELLOW ALERT

Yellow Warbler

This is not to say that the crimson from our Red Alert has vanished. You will still find it on Red and Silver maples now maturing with their cherry samaras. You’ll find new red at your feet in the fresh shoots of Japanese Knotweed rising from the dirt like zombies from the grave. And you’ll discover it in the pin-stripes of male Yellow Warblers — perhaps our best mascot for this micro-season of spring, this stop in the progression from red to yellow to green.

Morning sunshine snuck into Montpelier beneath a layer of clouds on Sunday. It turned my routine 4.5-mile walk into a discovery of vibrant yellows and yellow-greens: Sugar Maples in full bloom, Yellow Birch catkins in full droop, Quaking Aspen’s fresh buttery leaves, and the bouquets on our White Ashes.

With cool weather and a bit of rain in the forecast here during this slow and wonderful onset of spring, the New England woods will continue to glow yellow for the next several days — much as they do in autumn.

Here below are a only a few more examples of what’s happening in this progression from the gray of winter to sparks of red and then to the yellow glow and finally to climax green. It happens even subtly — as in that first pair of images: a Box Elder starting to flower on 28 Apr and then the very same tree on Sunday, with its long dangling styles and fresh leaves bringing even more yellow-green to the landscape. And for the most shocking views of Sugar Maple flowers, see the end of my Red Alert post.

Onward, to the green, slowly, which is fine by me. As I wrote the other day, we’ve got warblers to see among all those flowers and new leaves.

Postscript: Upon publication of this post, Vermont author Tom Slayton directed me to the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost. Thanks, Tom!

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.