I joke that I'd become an arborist if this engineering gig doesn't pan out (a joke because I've been doing this engineering thing with good success for around thirty years). When you start to really look at trees and get to know the different kinds (when you can see the trees from the forest, so to speak), that is when start to see their beauty. When National MegaDeKay Day is declared, I'm going to tell everyone to shut off their phones and take a long slow walk through the forest. Look up at the trees. Listen to the crunch of the leaves, the mosses, and the small branches under your feet. Hear the whisper of the winds through the pines, leaves, and branches, and the songs of the birds. Breathe deeply and experience the fresh smell of the leaves contrasting with the earthiness of the soil, the menthol of the pines, and the sweet smell of any flowers you might be lucky enough to come across.
Just don't enjoy this too much or you'll do what I did: say to hell with the city and move out into the country where my own chunk of forest starts 25 yards outside my back door.
Have you read The Wild Trees, by Richard Preston? It's a fascinating story of redwood tree researchers, and reads almost like a novel. (At least if you like trees as much as I do.)
The tree I'd most like to know about is the one at the top of the page. I think I saw one once and I've been wondering what it is ever since. Anyone know?
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I joke that I'd become an arborist if this engineering gig doesn't pan out (a joke because I've been doing this engineering thing with good success for around thirty years). When you start to really look at trees and get to know the different kinds (when you can see the trees from the forest, so to speak), that is when start to see their beauty. When National MegaDeKay Day is declared, I'm going to tell everyone to shut off their phones and take a long slow walk through the forest. Look up at the trees. Listen to the crunch of the leaves, the mosses, and the small branches under your feet. Hear the whisper of the winds through the pines, leaves, and branches, and the songs of the birds. Breathe deeply and experience the fresh smell of the leaves contrasting with the earthiness of the soil, the menthol of the pines, and the sweet smell of any flowers you might be lucky enough to come across.
Just don't enjoy this too much or you'll do what I did: say to hell with the city and move out into the country where my own chunk of forest starts 25 yards outside my back door.