I went for a walk is the theme of this moly…and so I went for a walk down the memory lane. Some of my fondest memories are those of the walks with my little brother through the grove of the Larch Trees in the autumn. Larch is distinguished among Firs by its deciduous foliage. Those trees are really a sight to remember if you catch them just as all the needles turn brilliant yellow, and some of them begin to fall, covering the ground. It is truly magical – yellow needles covering the forest floor, yellow branches overhead, and tall majestic trunks rising like black columns. Larch trees in our neck of the woods (where I was growing up) were of Northern Asia variety (Larix sibirica), sometimes considered a distinct species.
