I still miss the Douglas firs and the Western red cedars. In their maturity, they stand tall – not quite to redwood stature but still impressive, especially when they’re massed together or the clouds roll through the branches.
Close your eyes and let the aroma present another unforgettable impression.
Maybe off in the distance of night you’ll hear the singing.
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Jnana's Red Barn 