Evergreen trees and then especially conifers, they can not tempt me.
Make me a little sad sometimes.
From our back room, we were overlooking a conifer in our back neighbors yard.
Not that our garden is a feast for the eye but this conifer was really a thorn in mine.
Last summer, she was removed and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Why I do not like them I do not know.
Perhaps because they are so stiff and lifeless, like plastic.
Or because they always have just the wrong and same color green, do not lose their leaves, not even have leaves, and have boring shapes.
These trees provide too little to the imagination.
Unlike many others, I think they do not belong in cemeteries.
'd Rather plant a beech, a willow (weeping) or a beautiful linden tree, in my kingdom these lindens surround the cemetery with double rows, with a path in between.
Deciduous trees, I can sometimes attribute human qualities, something I never succeed in with the conifers.
They tell no stories, do not whisper of times long past.
I sometimes muse about countries I have never been to and probably never will visit.
Not because it would be excessive, but because the idea that they are largely overgrown with dense evergreen forests with now and then an icy river or black & dark lake.
I am thinking of Canada, Finland (simply tastes differ).
Oops, almost forgotten ... as so often, there is one exception to the rule. Most hypocritical, though. The Christmas tree, this lady I behold with pleasure, not a cross word about her.
This is of course because all of her adornments and finery.
Otherwise it would never have been possible…..
Make me a little sad sometimes.
From our back room, we were overlooking a conifer in our back neighbors yard.
Not that our garden is a feast for the eye but this conifer was really a thorn in mine.
Last summer, she was removed and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Why I do not like them I do not know.
Perhaps because they are so stiff and lifeless, like plastic.
Or because they always have just the wrong and same color green, do not lose their leaves, not even have leaves, and have boring shapes.
These trees provide too little to the imagination.
Unlike many others, I think they do not belong in cemeteries.
'd Rather plant a beech, a willow (weeping) or a beautiful linden tree, in my kingdom these lindens surround the cemetery with double rows, with a path in between.
Deciduous trees, I can sometimes attribute human qualities, something I never succeed in with the conifers.
They tell no stories, do not whisper of times long past.
I sometimes muse about countries I have never been to and probably never will visit.
Not because it would be excessive, but because the idea that they are largely overgrown with dense evergreen forests with now and then an icy river or black & dark lake.
I am thinking of Canada, Finland (simply tastes differ).
Oops, almost forgotten ... as so often, there is one exception to the rule. Most hypocritical, though. The Christmas tree, this lady I behold with pleasure, not a cross word about her.
This is of course because all of her adornments and finery.
Otherwise it would never have been possible…..
