The taiga at equinox: Thursday’s scarf by Darlene
The boreal forest, just before the trees end…
I have this strange impulse to go north. My father had it, too. “I’m going to Labrador,” he used to grouse when he felt particularly miserable in his later years.
The older I get, the more I want to go north.
![Stars above and stars below looks like equinox to me.](https://www.rosemarykirstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/100_0777-137x300.jpg)
looks like equinox to me.
I imagine that the air is clearer there. And the sky is surely bigger.
![last trees before the tundra... and distant mountans](https://www.rosemarykirstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/100_0778-199x300.jpg)
and distant mountans
North is still there, even though I’m still here… I think I’ll visit it next year.
![But I have the colors and the treeline and the distant mountains right now. This is one of my oldest Darlene scarfs](https://www.rosemarykirstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/100_0767-199x300.jpg)
This is one of my oldest Darlene scarfs
![see the resemblance? The real thing](https://www.rosemarykirstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/taiga-300x197.jpg)
The real thing