As the sugar and red maples finally turn from green to shades of red, peach, orange and yellow here where I sit writing beside the river, it feels like a good time to share my fears for them as New England’s loved and iconic tree in this new ecological future we are both living and creating.
From where I sit, I see a crimson-peach sapling reflected in the pool above the dam, rippled by wind, trembling there in watery mists of impermanence.
A Paean to the Dwindling Maple – Daily Hampshire Gazette