#FirTree

[julieschulerart]

Crocheted Pine Tree. https://jschulerart.etsy.com/listing/1860841259

[dimalink]

Electric new year firtree. In a first days of a New Year. Today it is beginning of February. Last month of winter. And I celebrate with it. And also – it is soon weekend!

White electric interesting firtree. Very interesting white. Lamps. It looks very interesting in a city. Power of electricity! And such electro white beauty. Magic of the night. Magic of electricity.

[adiladedesign]

How to draw SVG Fir Tree with Inkscape

[tomirovira]

PYRENEE FIR BRANCH

[manuti]

Mira "among the fir trees" de athanecon que me gustó en flickr

[travelingare]

📍Elati Trikala Thessaly,Greece 🇬🇷

Have you visited this village?

The village Elati is built amphitheatrically,in a fir forest,at an attitude of 921 meters,on Mount Kerkerio.

@potamoulas_a

Καλημέρα Ελλάδα!

#travel #travelingare #elati #trikala #thessaly #village #firtree #snowvillage #winter #visit_greece #beautifuldestinations #kalimera #ellada #καλημέρα #ελλάδα

[180minutes]

Starter for @lustraveil ! The summerheat seemed to press down on the small shrine and although it was in the middle of the day, even the insects have fled from the bright spot the shrine was standing in into the shadow hanging stringly between the firs surrounding the shrinebuilding like guards. The Torii was so old it had sunken to one side so far it seemed a miracle it was still standing,the small foreststream running beneath the cobblestones behind the gate had died out and the only thing running though it was dust moved by a seldom breeze. Lonely, abandoned, and left behind the shrinebuilding itself was blackned by a former fire from years ago with now a young tree growing respectless right beside the door through cracked cobblestones. From the heat the sink was dried out and empty with not only no water but not even a bambustrovel left for cleaning- which was, naturally not caused by the heat but Baise who had never been in a japanes summer, would have not doubted if somehow the summerheat would have burned the bambustovel away. She for sure felt as if she was about to catch fire with redness burned into her shoulders just from the small walk from the street to the shrine and every breath feeling as if she was swallowing broiling syrupe. Baise used the water from her waterbottle from her purse to clean her hands and face-and she had even bothered to put on makeup in the morning that was now washed off which was in some way even more annoying than the sunburn on her shoulders. Such amazing work of hers- even if it was just light concealer to cover up her freckles and lipstick matching her hair perfectly- should no be wasted by just washing it off. It was dry enough that it felt more as if she was rubbing the layer of dust sticking to her from one spot to another. From the drive in the taxi the water had warmed up and taking a sip from it Baise grimaced horribly. The air was so thick and heavy it felt as if she was breathing in syrup. The firtrees around the shrine were quiet, still, moveless.

"...I thought I would be alone. For an area that is-and I quote, 'almost abandoned' I am meeting suprisingly many people. I expected none and now you are already the second person, taxidriver included. Thats like 200% precent more than expected.", taking another sip of the waterbottle- still horribly warm, still horribly stale, still probably smearing her lipstick which was even worse than the taste and temperature- Baise turned to the newcomer she had notice out of the corner of her eyes. But even than in the summerheat it was so still and moveless-even the firtrees branches held still as if holding their breath in the heat- that the smallest insect would have caught her attention.

"Soooooo do you just happen to be here or are you the kind of guy who saw a tourist and thinks he can rob and scam me?", Baise tilted her head to the side,eyeing the other from head to toe from beneath a raised, perfectly plugged eyebrow: "If so,do your thing, fail at it, regret doing it and shuffle away miserable, because I actually have important work to do here. Alone, at best."

[khihi]

His eyes are so beautiful in this picture they're the colour of a forest full of firtrees

[katiajewelbox]

Merry Christmas from Katia Plant Scientist! I hope your day is jolly, however you like to spend it.

Here are a few views of my Christmas Tree. The Fraser Fir (Abies fraseri) , also spelled Frasier Fir, is native to the Appalachian Mountains of the USA and is one of the most popular pine species for Christmas trees in North America. The elegant symmetrical pyramidal shape, closely packed needles with blunt ends, and pleasant pine scent makes them perfect as the centrepiece of Christmas home decor. However, these traits are really evolutionary adaptations to survive cold winters. The needles' compact shape with less surface area and a thick waxy cuticle protects them against frost damage while the conical shape of the tree helps snow fall off the branches.

Take a moment to appreciate nature's wonders this Christmas.

#botany#plants#katia_plantscientist#gardening#christmastree#christmas#happyholidays#trees#plantidentification#christmasdecor#fraserfir#pinetree#firtree#evergreen#pines#pineneedle#plantanatomy#plantbiology#plantscience#plantfacts#christmasideas

[julieschulerart]

Hand-crocheted Rustic Fir Tree Pillow. https://jschulerart.etsy.com/listing/1788385718

[dimalink]

New Year`s miracle

And here we have a fur tree with decorations. It is soon a New Year. It is already new year`s month is going. Little firtree (Christmas tree). And decorations. Miracles and magic. It is most magical time. Firtree with decorations. What a wonderful beauty!

It is a time for New Year`s magic. And celebration is going to everyone! I am sure, that little firtree will make a New Year`s mood for everyone! Don’t forget that it is soon a New year! And it is time to have a positive mood and have fun!

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Vintage Glass Christmas Ornaments X-mas New Year FirTree Decoration Mushroom ebay ornaments_from_ukraine

[poem-today]

A poem by John Moat

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve the blackbird started carolling, Two months back, tricked by the stillness, by a lingering Moment before dark and the sudden mild, into the song He keeps back normally as a surety of spring. I was in my hut, heard it and held my breath. Since when The snow has come and lain forgetful on the fields, and gone And still the blackbird has never held its tongue. Soft light this evening in the garden, and the murmuring Of warm rain. One daffodil now. And the blackbird again High in the blue firtree. He sings. And then for some Time he listens as if for reply from beyond the rain, From a silence that is in from the sea, or beyond, listening For where that diffuse quiet should end in confluent song. I watch from the porch him tilt his head. Then he’s off again, Trilling, carolling. And somewhere in the house the whisper ‘Amen’.

John Moat (1936-2014)

More poems by John Moat are available through his website.

[sylvansymbiont]

Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O What shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot ; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

[akhenaten-imhotep]

[English translation]

Be gone on thy way As the grass in the plain And the breath of the moving Wind At the brindled river With firtrees sown, And the singing stone Sounding and resounding, Where the deer do gather For to drink together. There he goes to sleep In the valley’s deep High up in the mountains Where firtrees are growing The beech blossom I do eat, And drink water from the lake And the forest I do praise The elm blossom I do eat, I drink water from the spring And the forest I do sing. And his voice above did raise Valleys deep in sound did rise, Groves of young in haze were lost Waters might their borders broke And the mighty mountains shook While the firtrees moved and danced The old forest he did find Up the mountain he did climb And his laughter rumbled low And his laughter rumbled high And his laughter rumbled strong And the forest’s leaves did fall