By early evening the rain's stopped, the air is fresh and clean, in fact everything appears freshened, there's a quietness and a stillness too, as if everything is taking a moment just to enjoy; luckily there's time for a quick walk before the Sun bows out. Rain drops still cling to the Aspen (Populus tremula) leaves and soak us as we pass; we don't mind. The Aspen, or Quaking Aspen as our local variety are, are lovely trees; their gently toothed leaves are a rich variety of colours, within each leaf a range of colours can be found as they mature, copper when young, to green when mature and finally yellows through oranges to reds in autumn. The Aspen can be a noisy tree too, they shimmer and quake in the breeze; even a gentle breeze has them whispering, and in stronger winds they're heard to shout. Folklore says that a crown of Aspen leaves will allow the wearer to journey to the underworld and return safely. A lovely and magical tree.
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