I am in the Forest often, but I am still surprised how quickly things can change. On Sunday we were walking along Josephine, beyond the Ring, and the difference between the resinous and hardwood sides was striking. On the former, we could still see through the trees, the passage into Spring had hardly changed the view. On the other, the beech has broken.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛
𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤?
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑤,
ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.