DAY 11 Soft fir

Every day when I walk the dog I pass a plantation of trees of mostly fir trees. There are a lot of different varieties of conifers, but there is one that is very dear to me, a Douglas fir. He stands on the edge of the plantation and his branches fan out very far over the path I usually walk on. Every so often when I walk there, I brush my hand or cheek against the soft needles, a lovely feeling! I also love my special Douglas fir, because I can find shelter under his ‘wings’ when it’s raining or windy. Sometimes I even hug him, because I love him so much 😊

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