While the kids were in school, my husband and I took a day to wander around Morton Arboretum located in the western suburbs of Chicago.
As an aside: When I hear the word “arboretum,” I always think about the lyrics from that Joni Mitchell song, “Big Yellow Taxi”: “They took all the trees/Put ’em in a tree museum/And they charged the people/A dollar and a half just to see ’em.” My husband S says he thinks of it as a tree zoo. (It’s a “you say ‘toe-MAY-toe,’ I say ‘toe-MAH-toe'” distinction.)
Tree museum or tree zoo, it was beautiful.
It was glorious weather, but I think we may have missed the bright foliage. Our ongoing drought has been particularly brutal this year.
There were funny, wonderfully creative scarecrows constructed by some of the local Scout troops:
This year, the arboretum has a fun treehouse walk for kids, and … you know… grown-ups who act like kids. Ahem. There was a clubhouse:
And a castle that you could climb up and slide down:
And one shaped like a ship, complete with captain’s wheel, prow and two telescopes:
And everywhere… the trees. Oh my. Even though most weren’t dressed in their best fall colors, the trees were still magnificent.
This next one, with its super-low branches, cracked me up. Doesn’t it look like a “trainer tree” meant to teach little kids how to climb up without giving their mothers heart-attacks?
This one, with bonus shot of S, grew an arch over the path. It’s begging for a swing, I tell you.
For the perfect scary, creepy, Halloween tree, I’d recommend the Bunge Catalpa with its long finger-like pods.
What a lovely way to spend one of the last warm days of the year! I especially liked taking the paths less traveled and finding their treasures.
How was your weekend? Are you enjoying fall?