Well, I did it! I wrote every day from early October to New Year's Day 2010. Now I will write for fun when I feel like it and see where that gets me. Cheers to all my small-blessing-appreciating friends!

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Little Larch

One of the prettiest sights in Spring is our tiny larch tree.  This larch is about ten years old. I have never pruned the branches, but yearly repotting and root-pruning have kept it small. It is only about a foot high.

Larches are deciduous conifers. In the fall their needles turn a pale yellow. In the forest the effect is almost magical. I like to see a single larch glowing like a fairy candle among the Douglas firs. Here is an amazing photo of western larches in Montana in their autumn color.

In the Spring, the needles emerge as dainty rosettes of the freshest green. It is such a sweet sight that it makes me happy just to look at it.