this ridge in the verdugo mountains i love has always fascinated me. these trees were planted as some type of experiment, i read in my hiking book. my friend and i ventured into them recently, where the smell of pine and dry california enticed me even more.
i love trees. i love planting them, their shade, the green, the comfort of their tallness. i love the shapes of them. i love sitting under them. i love their strength, how they grow up and down. i love their fruit and flowers. i love their smell. i love how they rest whether the wind blows or not.
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