tamaracks

by underswansea

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It is a wonderful time of year to walk the bush while the larches turn gold. We didn’t have much good weather, but when the sun poked through I turned the camera to the trees. The colour against a clear blue sky is magnificent, far better than I can show in any picture.

I remember when my son Hunter was only seven, we were hiking the high country in late September. It had snowed the night before and the sun came out against a clear blue sky. The tamaracks lit up. Some had shed their needles onto the pure white ground. It was an incredible sight.

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Hunter scooped up some needles and put them into a small bag. It was a gift for his grandfather who was bedridden.

His grandfather loved the gift and the story of how incredible the tamaracks looked.

Hunter and his grandfather had a special bond. They were good friends most of all.

That was Hunter’s grandfather’s last fall. He didn’t come through the winter.

After he passed I was cleaning out his fridge. There was some cheese and jam and a small plastic bag filled with tamarack needles. They were still golden. A reminder of everything special.

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