Tuesday Trees

There is no challenge with this name that I know of but it could well be. Today is just the Tuesday to show Suzanne, who celebrates Two weeks of trees, and all of you some trees in my life from my two countries.

I have always wished to write a book. In fact, I still do. Recently I read something that made me think a little.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,

We fell them down and turn them into paper,

That we may record our emptiness.

― Kahlil Gibran

I know, nowadays we can write a book that exists only as the web of 0’s and 1’s. But a good book must be the best use of a tree that I know of. Imagine what we’d be like without books. I still say daily thanks to my parents for reading me as much and as often as they did when I was a baby.

By Loryn Brantz

The gallery starts with the fir tree in my parents’ garden in Ljubljana, the one that father planted when I was born. You can view the same garden through all the seasons in this post as the last blogging memory today. Have another autumn photo of it since I miss it.

Then we continue to stroll around our district Bežigrad in Ljubljana, stop by the Ljubljanica river, and slowly move towards Italy with one photo from the Slovenian countryside and one of Piran.

The last three photos are from Italy: one is of my best tree friend that I greet daily, one is of a chance encounter with a tree-lined alley, and finally a view of what spring looks like in Rome.

Welcome on my tree tour! Let’s look up and say “treeeee” together.

And finally, thank you for your concern. After some good cream and medicine my back is completely painless at the moment. I know it may return. Let’s hope it won’t.

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  Here it is, the one in the middle: the fir tree that is as old as me, photographed this summer.

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  Sometimes I sneak underneath and take a peek under its branch skirt.

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  A street nearby and a view that makes the neighbourhood look wilder than it is.

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  It’s a sleeping community.

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  Some tree ladies’ hair reach the floor.

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  Some are simply wild. I don’t recognize this sort. It looks far from home.

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  By the river Ljubljanica I had lunch with this view.

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  Somewhere in Slovenia between the capital and the coast. A pro photographer lent me his tool.

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  From a regular dog walk above Piran on the coast. I always turn around for this view.

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  Whereas this is the daily view here in Tuscany. My best tree friend last May.

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  Last October I had to stop for this view outside Aquapendente.

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  And finally, in late March Rome puts on spring clothing.

For Suzanne at Mapping Uncertainty who is posting Two weeks of trees

This day in my blogging history

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  2015: 100 words from Trastevere:

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  I steak you

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  Just today in Roma I entered a shop with many shirts.

  I saw a shirt that I would buy if it wasn’t in one colour only, ugly brown. On it were a bear and a girl (or was it a boy?) walking hand in hand. The bear was huge.

  They appeared pensive. There was a think bubble with a drawing hovering next to each head.

  In hers was: A heart.

  In his was: A steak.

  The reason I entered this shop was its name.

  It is called: Trust Nobody.

  He said later: “But they didn’t need to be so blunt.”

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  2017: Thursday Doors from Ljubljana, including this wonderful dining room with the pool

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  2018: Our Ljubljana garden through seasons

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