Tilia_7 update

Here the update of my Linden number seven.
I clearly can remember the time I digged the tree.
It was in spring 2012:
On the ground, near the trunk there laid a radient white lower jaw of a deer.
The smell in the air was like a mixture of the forest itself and the humble flavor
of a faylike little flower.
The light was a kind of reddish-tender glowing.
The climate had a feeling of a freshnes, that the winter left behind while fleeing northbound.
I was standing right in the middle of paradise that day ...