A neighbor writes: “Young beeches keep their leaves through the winter, papery ghosts of last summer, held fast in the direction of prevailing winter winds. They abide, whispering in spring breezes, until new green buds force them off.” —Heather Hale Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
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