At the top of Ruth's property stood a hugely magnificent, and very old silver birch tree. It was said to be the oldest silver birch in Yamptland- the local county- should be spelled with an umlaut - pronounced Yemptland- but my computer doesn't do foreign accents.
The tree came down in a storm a few weeks ago, so I walked up the hill and took photoes. It was like saying goodbye to an old friend. Rather a sad note to end on...... So..... I'll put up a puzzle picture instead:-
2 comments:
A sad fact of life, Mike. All things shall pass. (Time does it all the time at a heck of a rate!!!) Look for the silver (birch) lining, at least the lumber should fetch a decent price and the youngsters will have treasured memories of its transient beauty.
so sad - we have fabulous memories of our days in Sweden and the silver birch tree was one of the biggies, we saw it the same day as we went fishing for perch and donated part of our huge ( !!! ) catch to the old blind gentleman who lives near the tree. As Crowbard says, treasured memories for and of our children.
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