I sit at my desk and view this mountain; so called because the deep valleys remind me of a loosely pleated skirt.
The mountain is a constant source of joy - it matters not which season it is. Now it is 'greening-up' from the brownness of autumn and winter. Tiny patches of snow remain where the sun doesn't quite reach. There is very little 'green' during the winter, the trees, deciduous, are mostly chestnut, sycamore, wild cherry and larch. Now the slopes are etched with frothy white patches of cherry blossom, giving the only colour. Later a pale, chalky green will show the chestnuts are flowering.