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Yon faraway forest ?

Yon faraway forest ?

As I gaze over the top of yon faraway forest I marvel at the different varieties I see.. Tall skyscraper old oaks with gigantic girths mingling in the wild woodland so beautifully

Rowans with their splendour of scarlet red berries are dotted amidst the deep density..Scots pines stand as straight as a poker.. A reminder of festive propensity
There are Alder, Ash, Hawthorn and Cherries scattered betwixt and between the copse..Beech, Blackthorn, Hazel and Holly and Hedgerows heavy laden with ripened red hops

Crab apples with their windfalls on grassy grounds whilst weeping Willow trees tremble making rustling sounds..Ancient knobbly, gnarled, knotty Yews tell tall tales of bygone as I panorama my views.. Fantasies within my imaginatiion are stimulated from this woodland’s wonderful creation

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Being Me

Trees are absolutely beautiful. And looking at a forest canopy you see texture as well as colour. Glorious write, Jill x

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Jill Tait

Awww so thrilled you enjoyed my canopy of creation luv ❤️?❤️

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Jill Tait

Aww Thank you luv ❤️?❤️

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