Shake on it

Since last week the buds of the courtyard maples have burst open! 

Well, not all the maples. I counted eleven without buds.

Next week some or all of these will be taken out, so I felt I should greet them while I could. After placing my hand on each of the trunks, I found myself shaking one. The dead trees have hula'd when shaken for a while, rattling and snapping, and did again today. I went around letting each shimmy and shake once more against the sky.