Our cottage in Stonington is on a peninsula called Green Head. We took a walk around this afternoon, exploring our little neighborhood, and found a lot of granite outcroppings and towering, fragrant pine trees. With so many trees, it’s not hard to see how Green Head got its name.
It was a pretty morning this morning, crisp and cool, with a scent of pine on the breeze.
As usual, we’re seeing lots of spring growth in the pine trees in our back yard. They started as tiny sticks planted in a muddy new development, now they are fully grown and the tallest trees in our neighborhood.
Every year we see a few more feet in height, as well as the soft, neon green sprouts on the branches that always make me think of a monster’s splayed fingers, dipped in lime-colored ink.