The willows here grow to enduring heights of one hundred feet, their narrow leaves and long branches bent towards the ground, never forgetting their home. (pg.14)
The rain clouds ebb and flow across it, causing the sky to change from dark to light and back. At this time if year the weather is fickle, sunlight interrupted by light rain, which dissipates into fog. (p. 58)
Who wouldn't want to visit there? It sounds magical.
I enjoyed reading The Language of Trees. It was a lyrical escape. Beautifully written. I look forward to Ruby's next book.
it does sound like a beautiful book :=
ReplyDeleteI agree. Beautiful setting, OK story. Thanks for the link love!
ReplyDeleteThis does sound good and I love the example of her writing that you shared with us.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great read!
ReplyDeleteCheers for the shout out Linda.. I am glad you enjoyed this. Which means I will too.
ReplyDeleteHopefully I will have some more to send you way...
Oh and I am skipping over your gorgeous food posts since I am trying to get rid of the extra 10 pounds I put on vacation...