The Little Fir Tree

A lovely day in the company of my old friend Dee. I love these days, chatting and just being together, doing nothing in particular. Heart warming.

This is another fir tree in our garden, whose needles make a kind of rosette. It forms a circle of perfectness, in my eyes anyway.

This is a verse from a children's poem
The Little Fir-Trees
by Evaleen Stein


Up, up so airily
To the blue sky,
Lift up your leafy tips
Stately and high;
Clasp tight your tiny cones,
Tawny and brown;
By and by, buffeting
Rains will pelt down;
By and by, bitterly
Chill winds will blow;
And so,
Little evergreens, grow !
Grow, grow !
Grow, little evergreens, grow !