I saw this regal, gentle, ancient tree yesterday, and wanted to share it with you. One thing which was extremely hard for me when we moved from Bag End to Australia was how different the trees, the light and the aromas were here. Australian trees tend to be much more pale than their Pacific Northwest counterparts. I ached for the trees in my old back garden - the Mountain Ash, the Plum Trees, the Horse Chestnut, the Cedars, the Douglas Firs. That mourning and sorrow means it is extra significant when, here in Melbs, I feel that old surge of tree delight, as I felt yesterday when I encountered this sacred Salmon Gum!
i love my family. We are all sick. We tried to reengage life today, and all went to work/school, and are consequently exhausted. I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens (John and Johanna burned us 'Greeting from Michigan' the day we drove from their place in Chicago to Hell, Michigan, which we didn't find), who just sang 'I live in America'. It is so very strange to me that in 43 days I won't live in America any more. How can one live any where other than America? (Substitute the country you've been living in 9+ years and you'll know what I mean!) I am reading John Irving's 'Widow for a Year', and am utterly absorbed. These pics are from earlier in October, when we were healthy and the sun shone. We're having magnificent fall fogs now, and the horse chestnut tree in our back garden awakens me each morn, Lothlorien yellow!
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