The Douglas Fir, a majestic tree and easy to spot in the forest, especially at this time of the year, when the other trees are mostly bare and its natural great size makes it stick out. The Sun played amongst a small stand of Douglas this afternoon and if you closed your eyes you could be in spring; the smells, the increased bird song, the gentle warmth all conspired to trick the senses. For when the clouds rolled in and you opened your eyes, spring had been spirited away and you were back in winters dank cold embrace. I feel I need spring, more this year than I can remember, perhaps it's the perpetually leaking leaden skies weighing heavy on my mind or that we've had no proper cold snap to clear the air. Maybe.
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