#249: Björkliden

On our way out from Helsinki we bought an apple tree. While planting the tree, a willow tit banged into our upper floor window and passed away. Poor bird covered with marigold was buried under the sapling. Before the incident we had already chosen a rather disadvantageous, windy and exposed, place for the tree. Maybe the bird's soul will eventually transfer into the tree. It'll surely appreciate light breeze.