My last hike

During my last hike, I arrived at a mountain pasture (Costaro, 45.907059, 10.269950) only because I was told that there was a centuries-old chestnut tree. I had been there the last time about 40 years ago and with my great surprise, I had seen in the middle of the meadow a martagon lily. The chestnut tree is right next to the stabling house – nowdays a holiday-hut (you can see the tree in Google-maps) -: it is imposing, lush and full of husks. I do not follow the fashion of those who go around embracing trees, I just wanted to show how big it was. I think it could be 500 or 600 years old. I stopped on a wooden bench for a snack, and taking a picture, I noticed this beautiful rowan tree.



1 thought on “My last hike”

  1. Delightful as ever Vittorio. I’ll take your word about the tree-hugging 🙂 . I have looked on Google and you can indeed see the tree, partially obscuring the view of the stabling house; which makes me wonder when that was built and how big/old the tree would have been when it was built.

    I see what you mean about the Rowan tree – nicely shaped and with a good crop of berries!

    Having signed a petition, last year, to gain better protection for some ancient yew trees in the UK, I have formed something of a fascination for old trees – just think of the history they have lived through! Had it not been for the pandemic, I would have sought out some of them this year – maybe next year.

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