“If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.”
“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.” ~Henry David Thoreau
I find I cannot escape trees these days. Not that I would want to.
Here in the Willamette Valley the soft wood trees are leaf loosening. Gold and orange and scarlet and buttery yellow parts are being shed. The bold green of the chlorophyll is gone from ash and alder, willow and aspen, maple and dogwood.
Both images above from Joe Dancer Park, McMinnville. …
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