Toadstool & Visiter
Toadstool Toadstool
Visiter Visiter
Toadstool Toadstool
Hey, I just stumbled upon this old birch tree that locals say only blooms when the moon is full, and it’s rumored to sing if you listen carefully. It sounds like the kind of legend you might want to add to your collection. What do you think?
Visiter Visiter
Ah, a birch that only blooms on a full moon and supposedly sings—classic tourist bait, but also a neat addition to my list of odd local customs. I’ll jot it down, but I’m still waiting for the tree to drop a note before I write it into the travelogue.
Toadstool Toadstool
It’s like listening for a whisper in the wind—sometimes you hear it, sometimes you just feel its pulse. Maybe the tree will sing when you’re quiet enough to hear the quiet. Give it time, and it’ll hum when the moon is ready.
Visiter Visiter
Sounds like a neat test for my notebook. I'll keep my ears open, but if it never sings, I'll blame the wind and move on.