The colour of copper beeches in full sun shine, now that the leaves are fully open, is at its best and deepest today.
Gustave Flaubert wrote to George Sand of the pleasure which he felt in contemplating with "his heart beating faster, a wall of the Acropolis, a bare wall".
In the Grove the wind drives at the new leaves on the trees, which stretch away from it.
No comments:
Post a Comment