The Fat Ewe Farm has 100 acres of trees, mostly white and black poplar and spruce with the odd tamarack and some willows in the low areas. The smell of the poplars in the spring is ingrained in my memory from childhood, from going to my Auntie Dora's farm and inhaling the pure, green fragrance. It always made me feel special, to smell the trees, as if they even smelled better for me because I loved them so. I did not even mind when they shed their seeds and the fuzz was everywhere. They still smelled good. In the fall, they also have a peculiar scent, the smell of autumn and leaves.
This white poplar group stands on the diagonal trail, tall and proud, but a little too close to the beaver pond. The little varmints have been chopping trees exactly like this to create new water areas. I have no idea how they cart such large pieces, but they seem to be able to. In the meantime, the majesty of these poplars reaches out to the heavens..simply beautiful!
This white poplar group stands on the diagonal trail, tall and proud, but a little too close to the beaver pond. The little varmints have been chopping trees exactly like this to create new water areas. I have no idea how they cart such large pieces, but they seem to be able to. In the meantime, the majesty of these poplars reaches out to the heavens..simply beautiful!
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