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Trees, especially if big

I've liked trees for a LONG time. Used to climb a copper beach tree when I was a kid growing up in western Mass. Love to run in the woods in suburban Minnesota. Very fun to do it on a clear night with a full moon. I'm awed by big trees like very tall pines.

Closer to home, the title of BIG TREE usually goes to a cottonwood, which seems to thrive in our soil and climate.
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Hilary said…
Apparently I like to look at big trees, too. In all seriousness, they can be quite magnificent!
Heather said…
I've never seen sequoias, but the tallest trees I've ever seen were in Oregon when we hiked up Multnomah Falls. I think because it's so dense there, they simply grow straight up. Completely covered in moss, they looked like something I would picture from the Amazon jungle

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