“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'
Showing posts with label Montalto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montalto. Show all posts
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Friday, 28 August 2015
Tuesday, 26 May 2015
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Wednesday, 6 May 2015
Thursday, 30 April 2015
Tuesday, 28 April 2015
Saturday, 28 March 2015
intimate gathering...
intimate gathering of greens at Montalto vineyards, Red Hill...
P.S. Thank you Nick for identifying this as a featherbush...
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Friday Greens
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Monday, 23 March 2015
Thursday, 29 May 2014
Monday, 26 May 2014
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
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