This week’s cue “Pine”, Six Sentences, no more, no less, any genre, link up in above URL
I’m not sure if that prompt means – pine tree or pine away for a lost love, so I will go for the Pine trees as it is an important part of Christmas.
Memories of Pine Trees
I have many memories of pine trees watching the daylight seep into the pines as the sun climbed over the ranges.
Hearing the first chatter of the magpies waking, and the twittering of the birds as they flitted from branch to branch in the trees.
Then there are the bees humming in late winter early spring beside the pines searching for nectar, in the wattle trees that were planted on one side the pine trees.
The wind whistling through the plantation and the pine branches swaying gently back and forwards, some hitting each other, I wonder if trees feel pain like humans? Haha.
But most of all was the sneezing as the pollen fled into the air when the breeze disturbed them.
Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without the smell of those pine trees, so let’s enjoy them, Merry Christmas everyone.