Most of the trees are getting new leaves now, though not all.   Our syrup-maple is still bare, the miserly maple is full of tiny, tiny leaves, and the other two maples are somewhere in between those two.

Along the highway the trees make the patchwork-quilt look, as with fall foliage, only a different color scheme.   The pines make a dark dark green, against which the pale green of new leaves stands out so vividly, and then for accent there are the whites and pinks and lavenders of the flowering trees, and an occasional deep red which I haven’t quite identified — possibly fall color left from last year.  A number of our trees (such as our miserly maple, though usually maples aren’t this way) don’t seem to lose last year’s leaves until this years leaves arrive.

In addition to making a striking backdrop, the pines are also doing the work for which the are famous, coating all the world with yellow pollen.  Since my return from Las Vegas the layer of bright yellow dust has been gradually increasing — South Carolina is usually not a dusty place, but once a year we make up for it.   People who wash their cars are driven to distraction, and people like me discover the importance of wiper-fluid when we try to get a view out the front windshield. 

The table on the patio has turned from gray to yellow, and then winds late this week re-arranged all the pollen into interesting snow-drifty patterns.   Light rain Thursday gave us a little yellow lake right outside the van door, though by some miracle I managed to get the kids out of the car without any of them splashing through it. 

Looks like we had more rain last night, because now the pollen is all concentrated in cracks in the driveway.  Might be time to uncover the patio furniture and enjoy the sudden turn back to cooler weather.