Firs

The garden was encircled by huge old willows and tall firs, beneath which flourished flowers that loved the shade.

Here and there, the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches.

The firs in the Haunted Wood were all feathery and wonderful.

The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west.

The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow.

Anne, who was perched on the edge of the veranda, enjoying the charm of a mild west wind blowing across a newly ploughed field on a gray November twilight and piping a quaint little melody among the twisted firs below the garden, turned her dreamy face over her shoulder.

We planted firs.

The valley is surrounded by mountains, on which firs grow.

Each day, spring reveals more of its charms. The tall mountains, with their patchwork of dark firs and grey rock, are now dappled with a medley of young, bright-green foliage.

The first two weekends of December are the busiest time for selling trees. However, clients are welcome anytime. One Bartlett is always by the phone. On this day, the weather is mild. The firs and pines are waiting for the first customers of the day. Joann Bartlett takes advantage of the lull to create Christmas garlands, talk on the phone, and patiently wait. Her husband Bill arrives just in time for the first buyers.