Aspen make me smile. They have a clever little trick. Their stems are flattened, vertically -- and that means they shimmer and shake in the slightest breeze, as if they are waving to me.
Dale and I have been enjoying camping in the Klamath Basin this fall. When we first reach the edge of the Basin, the transition zone between forest and marsh, we are greeted with groves of quaking aspen, probably my favorite tree. Even their latin name speaks of their wonderful ability to simmer and shake in the fall sunshine, Populus tremuloides. At this time of year whole groves are bursts of yellow. Other groves have already been stripped bare, waiting for winter.