I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving– the weather was perfect here– good enough to take a nice walk along our new canal path and feed the ducks in the nearby park!
However, the days to follow were not so nice. I have still have not had a chance to plant anemone bulbs like I wanted, and I hoping this weekend will be the one, or they are going in containers!
I went to my parents and celebrated Thanksgiving this past Saturday, and it was cold and rainy. I was able to sneak out of the house and go take a walk in the woods. I escaped to the pines my father planted when he was a boy. Of course, I couldn’t help but take a picture. Or two. Enjoy.
The Bent Trowel 
This is absolutely gorgeous! What beautiful and atmospheric photos! So your father planted these trees? That is so wonderful to think he did this and to watch them grow into a beautiful woodland. Were there woods here before or just open land?
-Kate
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Hi Kate– yes, my father did as a young boy. He was a member of the 4-H club and he planted more than 3,000 pine trees as a project. The hill was a pasture before he planted all those seedlings. That was about 50 years ago, so it’s really neat to see pictures of the hill before it was a forest!
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Wow! I think that is just so special. There are very few people in life who get to plant trees like that and get to see them mature into such a wonderful place and what is even more special is that it will be there for generations hopefully, with a wonderful story attached to it.
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And thank you!
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I love these photos. They remind me of wandering through the woods when I was a kid…why can’t life still be that simple? 🙂
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