Ferns growing on Lichen growing on trees

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Green and Blu-green

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Dark Green

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Lighter Green

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Beautiful Bark

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Pussy willow. To keep DBO & Grac quiet

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I admire old barns, green with lichen glowing in the sun.
Green Barn

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There are more signs of rural life. A tiller chain,

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an ancient muck spreader,

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a tree farm

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smallholdings glimpsed through the trees.
Smallholding

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Smallholding thru the trees

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It screams paradise to me, but it also screams hard work.
2 comments:
Isn't that catkins? Isn't pussy willow fuzzier?
Over Christmas, DBO sent me a photo text of a cat, with the message: this is the pussy I've been stroking this week.
For some reason, my sister decided it would be sensible to pick up that message for me...
I thought willows drooped and catkins point upwards. It's all in the gravity. Giggling.
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