“People here had redwood trees in their backyards. You were never far from the infinite.”

“From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so prettyPonderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to meTo the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy painted all mahogany I’d never leave if it were up to me”

“The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.”

“No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe.”

“Catelyn had never liked this godswood.She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.”

“Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.”