“Once, I took the penny whistle you gave me and discovered a spot by the roaring falls where I could play as loud as I wanted. I lay in the bifurcated trunk of a low-slung birch tree. The sun peeked through applauding leaves, high overhead.” PeaceFriendshipMusicSolitudeAfternoonFallsBirch TreePenny Whistle Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking
“She is a rose filled guitar sitting by the ocean. Both a cat’s ‘purr’ along with the ‘hiss’. And lastly, a love poem carved into an old birch tree.” LovePoemOceanCatRoseGuitarBeachLove PoemBirch Tree Book:Fireflies Source: Fireflies
“I spotted Poe immediately. He was raking the leaves around his tree home, a lovely aspen. The whiteness of its bark seemed brighter than the other trees, the knotholes darker; the moss creeping up the south side was luxurious with fat purple flowers, and the leaves were a riot of green in every shade with veins of pure gold. It was, in short, the prettiest tree in the Kyrrðarskogur, which was Wendell's doing, but Poe was clearly taking his responsibilities as the owner of such a fine specimen seriously. He had built a trellis against the tree, up which climbed a vine of wild roses, and he had made little furrows in the ground to irrigate the tree's roots.” GardeningFaerieOld FriendBirch Tree Book:Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands Source: Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands