It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood.
Among other things, December’s ice storm split this tree down the middle four ways.
My walk in the neighbourhood found this beautiful red maple. It contrasted with carefully placed limestone rocks.
|The one bright and beautiful thing I could see from my bedroom window was a row of poplars peeking up over a roof. When I returned to visit in later years, they were dying of old age.|
|I was sorry to see them go because I had spent so many hours watching their leaves flash and gleam in the sunlight.|
|I think of poplars as the slender Lombardy polar. Here’s a row of them receding into the distance.
The author of Tree Notes thinks of the poplar as the sturdy cottonwood. Follow the link for more musings on trees.