“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. “Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?” Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.”
~ By Frances O’Roark Dowell in 'Where I’d like to be'
3 comments:
Such bright greens. Tom The Backroads Traveller
What a wonderful spot to sit down for a moment.
Such a serene atmosphere evoked by this photo, Gemma. Lovely.
Thank you for linking to Friday Greens! Look forward to you joining us this week also!
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