The birches I remember from the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
Leaves gleaming gold in the fall sunlight. A solitary tree shooting up to the sky like a golden firecracker. Or a stand of trees shining against the blue autumn sky, golden as a leprechaun's dream.
The warmer maple colors are wonderful too—reds oranges browns purples magentas and colors unknown to the dyer's art.
But there's something special about birches.
There are green trees in central TX. An abundance of them. Many varieties of oak. Rugged old trees, each one spreading a broad canopy of shade and greenness. But their leaves don't change color.
And in Egypt there's plenty of green too. Climactically, Egypt should be a desert. In fact, most of Egypt is desert. As Herodotus said, fertile Egypt is the gift of the river.
The trees in Egypt are date palms, of course, scattered lavishly around the landscape. Also lush tall spreading sycamore fig trees, which are indigenous since ancient times. I haven't seen many of them, though. And you see various types of eucalyptus, which are not indigenous, of course. And the tough little acacias which even grow in the desert and are protected by thorns.
But there's something special about birches.
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More to come…
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