To celebrate Spring
Oak tree wears golden tassels
Squirrel awaits next act
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Lovely!
Thanks, Dale.
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Very cool!! Thank you for reminding to look differently at our very large old oaks with “golden tassels.”
I had to learn to look differently, too. When I first moved to this apartment where my closest outdoor neighbor is a large aging oak I thought the tassels were a sign of a disease. Now I welcome them as a unique sign of spring.
Lovely, clever piece.
Thanks, Bill.
You’re welcome.
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