Western Hemlock and memories

Overnight snow melting quickly as Ingvild and I headed through the grounds of Dalguise House with Megan. She had never seen my favourite tree.

I just love this tree.

I often sit hidden beneath its graceful branches remembering childhood games of tree climbing, making 'houses' with fallen leaves, and am always aware of its heavenly aroma.

It is a native of the west coast of America and that also brings back memories of camping in Yosemite

Off to neighbours for another party to celebrate 2012 and catch up on all the craic!!