“A blue April morning, the shimmer of light, a breath, a passing air, and it was no longer a harsh and stubborn country, its hard-won fields beleaguered by moor and whin, its stones heaped together in dyke and cairn, marking the land like lines upon a weathered countenance, whose past must stay upon it to the end; but a dream, willing men's hearts. In the sun the leafless boughs were gleaming. Birches were like tangles of shining hair; or rather, he thought, insubstantial, floating like shredded light above the soil. Below the hills blue floated in the hollows, all but tangible, like a distillation that light had set free from the earth; and on a rowan tree in early leaf, its boughs blotted against the background, the tender leaves, like flakes of green fire, floated too, the wild burning life of spring loosened from earth's control. On every side, earth was transmuted. Scents floated, the subtle life released ftom earth and assailing the pulses. Song floated. This dour and thankless country, this land that grat a' winter and girned a' summer could change before one's eyes to an elfin and enchanted radiance, could look, by some rare miracle of light or moisture, essentialised.” SpringAprilRowanAberdeenshireGarry ForbesBirches Book:The Weatherhouse Source: The Weatherhouse
“I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.” Birches Author:Robert Frost
“Walking through the birch grove, keep your head Or the whitefingers touch you and then you're dead!” MagicFaeFolkloreFaeriesNursery RhymeBirchesBirch Book:Lava Red Feather Blue Source: Lava Red Feather Blue
“The sun was higher, a white light between the birches that arched and bared their lenticels, shimmering their leaves.” SunlightNatures BeautyBirches Book:The Extinction of Irena Rey Source: The Extinction of Irena Rey