On our woodland walk the pups and I came across a fallen silver birch and hauled it home to wrap. It is now wedged in the old apple tree for the winter. As I tore up my grandmother's sheet and wrapped it around trees, I wondered what she would think. I feel she she would think me pretty strange and wasteful as well. She was a teacher of home economics and would not only patch her sheets but also cut them down the middle and resew the outer edges back together in order to get a few more years wear out of them.
A wrapped hemlock deep in the woods. The snow is usually deep back there.
And finally a wrapped maple.