Arnold_K
Shohin
Sorry folks, a Tilia Cordata again.
The tree is of course far from glory untill now.
But I can't help my self, I simply like this tree.
Maybe because of the memories ...
Sometimes I think, there is a very special kind of feeling, that is associated
with this collecting-thing.
I clearly can remember the time I digged the tree.
It was in spring of 2012:
On the ground, near the trunk there laid the radient white lower jaw of a deer.
The smell in the air was like a mixture of the forest itself and the humble flavor
of a faylike little flower.
The light was a kind of reddish-tender glowing.
The climate had a feeling of a freshnes, that the winter left behind while fleeing northbound.
I was standing right in the middle of paradise that day ...
The tree is of course far from glory untill now.
But I can't help my self, I simply like this tree.
Maybe because of the memories ...
Sometimes I think, there is a very special kind of feeling, that is associated
with this collecting-thing.
I clearly can remember the time I digged the tree.
It was in spring of 2012:
On the ground, near the trunk there laid the radient white lower jaw of a deer.
The smell in the air was like a mixture of the forest itself and the humble flavor
of a faylike little flower.
The light was a kind of reddish-tender glowing.
The climate had a feeling of a freshnes, that the winter left behind while fleeing northbound.
I was standing right in the middle of paradise that day ...