Four pictures from a day of many vignettes. Just four. Signs of ice along the bike path to the (indoor) farmers market; a girl watching a miniature train spin through fields of poinsettias; in another room (this is at Madison’s Olbrich Gardens) – a boy trying to see if the goldfish matched his gold sweatshirt; and finally – a woman of infinite patience, holding up for the n-th time the tree that would, in the end, be the one that I’ll take home.
And even this does nothing to convey the warmth of this very cold day.



5 comments:
Geez, that's a big tree.
can't wait...
love,
ca
Wow, that tree is amazing!!! I can't find anything that glorious here. Not that I'd want a tree that big, but the pine trees just aren't as filled out as they are back in the States. They tend to have a very Charlie Brown-esque quality to them. :)
ViVi: And I wish I could find an old-time tree like the one you describe! They are all such shrubbery now.
lovely as always. take care:)
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