Harvest

I never used to think of trees as being harvested, but live here for a while and things change. Actually, forests change: we've been here long enough (43 years) to see whole forests grow, be cut down, be replanted and  grow sufficiently to look ready for another harvest.

The removal of this newly cut-down forest completely changes the feel of the road we were driving on, opening it out and making us much less mysterious - and presumably less hazardous in this stretch. And the smell of the freshly-cut wood was intoxicating ...