“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'
Sunday, 30 November 2014
Saturday, 29 November 2014
Friday, 28 November 2014
Thursday, 27 November 2014
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Tuesday, 25 November 2014
crimson curls...
Monday, 24 November 2014
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Friday, 21 November 2014
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Monday, 17 November 2014
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Saturday, 15 November 2014
Friday, 14 November 2014
Thursday, 13 November 2014
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Monday, 10 November 2014
Sunday, 9 November 2014
Saturday, 8 November 2014
Friday, 7 November 2014
Thursday, 6 November 2014
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
wilflower identity...
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Monday, 3 November 2014
greens on pink...
Sunday, 2 November 2014
Saturday, 1 November 2014
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)