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From the notebook, late May: “Opening the balcony door this morning, I founda a thin layer of a cream-colored dust on the leaves of the tomato plants. It stuck to my bare feet, felt like flour between my toes. And looking up, at the crown of the pine, my tree friend, eating spot for squirrels and the marauding blue tit, a sudden gust of morning breeze caught a cream-colored cloud from the pine flowers. A haze in my eyes. A surprised giggle from my lips at the thought, reminiscent of the teenager I never really was, that I’m breathing in pine tree spunk.”
Photo: A cone from another pine tree, in Kew Royal Botanic Gardens, London, June 2013. Posted on Instagram July 8, 2020.
Katja Malmborg 