The forest floor resembles, at this time of year, a kind of floral confetti.
Here and there, without order yet somehow in balance, the mauve of violet, the white of anemone, the yellow of celandine.
Seeing them together, my mind wandered.
I thought of a tricolour and then, almost at once, a flag came to mind.
A flag for the Forest, with a beech, full centre.