The children collected fir-cones along the snowy trail.

A white fir stood on the ridge, its bluish needles shimmering in the moonlight.

Every December, our family trims a Fraser fir with handmade ornaments and fond memories.

She carefully placed the fragile fir-cone into her pocket as a keepsake.

While tidepooling, she spotted a tiny sea fir attached to a shaded crevice and knelt down to study its miniature, fir-like branching.

The old Doug fir in the meadow sheltered a family of birds all summer.

On foggy mornings the scent of resin from the Pacific silver fir filled the coastal trail.

Researchers found a rare mountain fir clubmoss growing in the shaded crevices above the tree line.

Along the ridge, the joint firs created a peculiar silhouette against the dusk.

The Scotch firs dotted the windswept moor, their needles whispering in the salt-laden air.