This is one of my favourite plants in the garden, my Acer, potted and on the decking, I can see it clearly from the kitchen window. I can remember the first time I noticed this tree, it was also potted this time in a friends garden. It was summer and I marvelled at how the sunlight danced across the crimson star-shaped leaves. I had to have one and so as a sign of my increasing maturity I requested one for my birthday. So there it sits in my constant view, season in and out, marking each one in its own beautiful way.
Autumn and the leaves begin to curl at their many points, the red, as if kissed by the cold, tinges blue and an intensive shade of magenta stretches through its veins. The coiling action reminds me of my own desire to adopt a foetal shape in defence against the chilling air. The leaves cling for dear life until in a final gust the strength to stay is gone and off they flutter into the foreboding change of season.
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