It almost seems a shame.
That these beautiful hemlocks were the backdrop to our wildflower hunt last weekend.
And that in autumn, when we seek fall color, they stand, again, in the background--a constant in the season of change.
Their deep color, dark and quiet.
I walked past each small trunk, a display of curls and rounded flaking bark. Each so different from the last, yet obviously the same.
Like fingerprints--the furrows swirl.
From the darkness of their woods, we found a sunny spot for our lunch.
And looked above to find the that a bright blue sky made them glow a brilliant green.
The sky-- the perfect backdrop for their beauty.
Thanks to Wigger's World for hosting Skywatch Friday each week at his site!