Those Brits amongst you will know that the first in line to our throne is widely reported as having a penchant for talking to vegetation…(Though ‘penchant’ probably sounds a bit too Gallic to apply to Good Prince Chuck..sorry Old Boy)..Anyway today, I had an animated chat with a Spruce….This sort of stuff:
“Look at you with your leaves still on…Aren’t you a beauty?…..You’re giving those baldies something to think about aren’t you?”…(this with a nod to the silver birch in the shot above).
” Just stop moving about for a couple of secs…It’s not going to take me long…Thats it..Lovely!”
“Oh now the suns gone in…You looked better in the sun…”
Now I don’t know if I always do this when I’m taking pictures of none sentient plant matter, but I know I did today…. It became embarassingly apparent, when I realised that a couple of old dears with a sad looking Schnauser had managed to creep up on me and were absolutely pis*ing themselves at my expense..
So, not only did I venture out into Arctic conditions for the sake of posting something new, I also managed to become an object of ridicule..
Just how do two pensioners with dodgy hips and an arthritic dog manage to walk so stealthily, thats what I want to know?
Ah well, c’est la vie..
Silver Birch and Elm in the wind, because I thought it would be good to have a wintery shot and below some Sprucey Piney evergreeny fellas because they cheered me up,( at least until Betty and Doris started cackling at me).