I don't have a lot of trees where I live, so my recent trip to the tree-rich East was a kind of tonic. I particularly enjoyed the mountains of central Pennsylvania, surely one of the most beautiful areas of our great country. Spring there was weeks ahead of my home area (my cottonwoods are still not fully leafed) and there was a richness of green everywhere -- perhaps not the 'forty shades' of Ireland, but darned close. I love the lime and minty greens of a mountain spring, and the effusive meadows, and had them in plenty on this trip.
Having just got back from the gym . . .
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