“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'
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
autumn walkway...
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Arthurs Seat,
Autumn,
Seawinds,
trees,
walkway
Monday, 28 April 2014
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Sunday, 20 April 2014
touch of autumn golds...
Saturday, 19 April 2014
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Thursday, 17 April 2014
water and grape vines...
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Autumn,
grape vines,
Montalto,
Red Hill,
water
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
row of vines...
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Tuesday, 1 April 2014
feathers and foliage...
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