Trees and autumn

Time flies, this is not news to anyone, even if each of us perceives the passage of time differently, according to our way of life and, especially, our age. I don't know how others feel, but I remember that as a child a day seemed endless and now, in my old age, I feel my days slipping away.

Now, you may be wondering about this cheap philosophy about time. I just wanted to bring up two events. First, autumn which will soon turn into winter and this year will be over. The second is that it seems like only yesterday that this challenge, #hiveblopomo, started, but it started at the beginning of November and what seemed like a very hard task to complete, actually came to an end today, on the last day of November!

Today is Tuesday and it's tree day, as we've long since learned. The day when we talk, tell stories and show trees, our best friends in the plant world.

I've written a lot about trees and I feel my imagination has dried up and I don't know which way I'll write today. That's what I suffer every time I get in front of my laptop to start another story. Then I remember what @dswigle recommended when I was in moments of discontent and wandering. She recommended that I write for myself first and foremost so that there would be something left behind for my children and grandchildren to read. She's right. Today I will write about the trees in my little yard, my trees.

Some birches

Slowly and surely birches have become my favorite trees. I think about the cause, and I think my attachment to these trees began in my childhood spent in the country, in the north, near the forests. There the birches were at home, I saw them every day. I wasn't really interested in them, I mean I wasn't interested in them at all, being a child and having totally different interests, that is to play as much as possible but, probably, seeing these wonderful trees with white trunks every day, they entered my brain. Just like we are now suffering from the advertisements we see every day on TV or the internet.

I guess that explains why the first trees I bought for my little yard were birch trees.

I have a small yard, under a hundred square feet. Here I managed to squeeze in five birch trees.

Lovely trees that now lose their leaves in autumn, as they turn from deep green to lemon yellow.

Leafless trees usually look quite scary but birches have the great advantage of trunk color that makes them stand out from the rest. In autumn and winter, I enjoy watching them through the windows of my house.

Now their slender, springy branches are moved around by the wind, but all summer they have formed a protective umbrella against the scorching heat of the sun.

I can sit for hours watching the leaves dance in the autumn wind.

These are not forest birches. They are decorative birches, weeping like weeping willows, with branches hanging down to the ground. I think they are the most beautiful trees!

For #TreeTuesday by @old-guy-photos

HiveBloPoMo - Day 30

This is my attempt to post every day in November!

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