trees

"An exotic fungal forest pathogen, ', first identified in the Pacific Northwest in 1923, eventually spread throughout much of the Port-Orford-cedar tree’s native range, killing significant amounts of this valuable timber species on high risk sites. In 1997, the started a Port-Orford-cedar breeding program to increase resistant varieties of this tree to be replaced in areas of its native range."

"LAWSON CYPRESS}} ... This is found in Oregon and California. The majority of trees grow below 3000 feet and are at their best growing about 3 to 15 miles from the coast. It is sometimes found associated with , , , and , but often forms unmixed colonies."

"The Japanese import Port-Orford-cedar as a substitute for their native , which for centuries has been the favorite wood of Japanese builders and craftsmen. It is highly valued in their woodenware, novelty, and toy industries. Another major use is for construction and repair of s and ."

"' is a water-borne invasive root pathogen that is currently affecting Port Orford cedar in riparian zones. Once a tree near a stream is infected the pathogen spreads rapidly down the stream."

"Port-Orford-cedar (Chamaecyparis lawsoniana) ... is the largest species of its and the largest representative of the Cupressineae in North America. It is a highly valued because of the durability, excellent machinability, light weight, strength, and shock resistance of the wood. It is also valued worldwide as an ."

". Cupressus Lawsoniana.—This we consider one of the greatest acquisitions that has been made for many years to our list of hardy s. Its foliage resembles the , but its habit is that of the . As a lawn tree, or for association and planting near water, or in cemeteries where there is room, its beauty of foliage and form renders it in every way desirable. There is a variety of this called Pyramidalis, that is more dense and upright, but to us not as beautiful."

"We have been occupied in planting a small avenue of neem trees in front of the house; unlike the air around the tamarind, that near a neem tree is reckoned wholesome – according to the Gujerati proverb, we had made no advance on our heavenward road until the avenue was planted, which carried us on one-third of the journey. No sooner were the trees in the ground, than the servants requested to be allowed to marry a neem to a young peepal tree (Ficus religiosa), which marriage was accordingly celebrated by planting a peepal and neem together, and entwining their branches. Some pooja was performed at the same time which, with the ceremony of the marriage, was sure to bring good fortune to the newly-planted avenue."

"In the garden of the said Capuchins I saw for the first time on a tree a fruit which tickled my curiosity so much that I must describe it. It is called Giacca, or Taqua, as the Portuguese write it. The tree was of the size of a moderate oak and the fruit is of the size of a bag of middling size, about four palms long and proportionately thick, viz., a little than two palms in diameter; and because, if this fruit were to grow on the branches like other fruits, the branches would certainly not be able to bear its weight, Nature has wisely ordained that it should grow on the trunk...."

"Varuṇa, King, of hallowed might, sustaineth erect the Tree's stem in the baseless region. Its rays, whose root is high above, stream downward. Deep may they sink within us, and be hidden."

"…the Tamarind tree, which grows there, is so famous among the English that, when they return to London and speak of what they have seen, they make a special mention of the Tamarind tree of Golicatan [Calcutta]."

"Another curiosity in this neighborhood is the celebrated bur or banyan tree, called Kuveer Bur, from a saint who is said to have planted it. It stands on, and entirely covers an island of the Nerbudda about twelve miles above Broach. Of this tree, which has been renowned ever since the first coming of the Portuguese to India, which is celebrated by our early voyagers and by Milton, and which, the natives tell us boasted a shade sufficiently broad to shelter 10,000 horse, a considerable part has been washed away with the soil on which it stood, within these few years, by the freshes of the river, but enough remains, as I was assured, to make it one of the noblest groves in the world, and well worthy of all the admiration which it has received."

"It may briefly yet categorically be stated here that the earliest book of the Aryans, viz. the Rigveda, does not mention any of the species of cold-climate trees... On the other hand, all the trees mentioned in the Rigveda, such as the Asvattha (Ficus Religiosa L.), Khadira (Acacia catechu), Nyagrodha (Ficus benghalensis), to name just a few, do not belong to a cold climate but to a tropical one."

"The tamarind tree is very delectable to behold, being likewise very full of spreading branches, the leaves growing like to the box tree in England, but are shaped something more longer, and not of that hardness with the forementioned, but more pliable. It shooteth out a white flower, which hath no grateful flavour, which falling off, produces its fruit in shape of a peascod, being filled with a row of stones, covered with a brittle shell, which incloseth the pulp, being of a pleasant acid quality, and is a good commodity in Europe."

"Does Yggdrasil drink from it because it is the Well of Wisdom, or is it the Well of Wisdom because Yggdrasil drinks from it?"

"I know that I hung on the windy tree Nine full nights, Pierced by a spear offered to Odin Myself to myself of which none knows Upon that tree Where its roots run..."

"Where did you get this Christmas tree?" "Nowhere." "Did you cut down the Yggdrasil?" "Maybe..."

"An ash I know there stands, Yggdrasill is its name, a tall tree, showered with shining loam. From there come the dews that drop in the valleys. It stands forever green over Urðr's well."

"Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed it's knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me"

"Wood carving is perhaps one of the earliest and most universal of the industrial arts."

"Wood: Identification and Use lists no fewer than 170 woods deemed toxic. ... Hang around too much dust and you might find yourself with conjunctivitis, bronchial asthma, and nausea. dust can cause swelling of the scrotum and oversensitivity to light. ... Dust from the tree can cause loss of appetite, and dust from the tree can cause temporary blindness. sawdust can lead to nasal cancer and swelling of the eyelids. There's even evidence linking the wood dust from commonplace and to cancer of the upper respiratory tract. ... try to avoid splinters from wood, found in Australia; the wood contains a poison the aboriginals used on spearheads."

"281. I, L. W., believe, am sure, that my friend hasn't sawdust in his body or in his head, even though I have no direct evidence of my senses to the contrary. I am sure, by reason of what has been said to me, of what I have read, and of my experience."

"Nothing but a doll—doll—doll! You care for nothing. You are stuffed with sawdust. You never had a heart. Nothing could ever make you feel. You are a DOLL!"

"There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore."

"For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb."

"Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed."

"Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades, Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree! is thine."

"Slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse."

"No triumph and no labour and no lust, Only dead yew-leaves and a little dust."

"Now from yon black and fun’ral Yew, That bathes the Charnel House with Dew, Methinks I hear a Voice begin; (Ye Ravens, cease your croaking Din, Ye tolling Clocks, no Time resound O’er the long Lake and midnight Ground) It sends a Peal of hollow Groans, Thus speaking from among the Bones: When Men my Scythe and Darts supply, How great a King of Fears am I! They view me like the last of Things: They make, and then they dread, my Stings. Fools! if you less provok’d your Fears, No more my Spectre-Form appears. Death’s but a Path that must be trod, If Man wou’d ever pass to God: A Port of Calms, a State of Ease From the rough Rage of swelling Seas. Why then thy flowing sable Stoles, Deep pendant Cypress, mourning Poles, Loose Scarfs to fall athwart thy Weeds, Long Palls, drawn Herses, cover’d Steeds, And Plumes of black, that as they tread, Nod o’er the ’Scutcheons of the Dead?"

"Lay a Garland on my Hearse of the dismal yew;"

"Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men.O, not for thee the glow, the bloom, Who changest not in any gale, Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom:And gazing on thee, sullen tree, Sick for thy stubborn hardihood, I seem to fail from out my blood And grow incorporate into thee."

"What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free Love the old yew-tree And the land where the yew-tree grows."

"Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke, Dark yew, that graspest at the stonesAnd dippest toward the dreamless head, To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling after flower; But Sorrow—fixt upon the dead,And darkening the dark graves of men,— What whisper’d from her lying lips? Thy gloom is kindled at the tips, And passes into gloom again."

"Some country nook, where o’er thy unknown grave Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave— Under a dark red-fruited yew-tree’s shade."

"Trees do not seek to get beyond where their roots meet they never dream of flying, their roots in the air."

"Tree does not live in fragments. till it fall, it stand by life in its own embrace."

"When iron was found, the trees began to tremble, but the iron reassured them: 'Let no handle made from you enter into anything made from me, and I shall be powerless to injure you.'"

"Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets."

"Perhaps you see big trees and little trees and think that big trees are older than little trees. You also might notice that there are more little trees than big trees, and so not every little tree grows up to be a big tree – most die young. But the little trees must come from somewhere, namely seeds produced and shed by the bigger trees. These are the core ideas of population ecology."

"Observe and see how (in the winter) all the trees seem as though they had withered and shed all their leaves, except fourteen trees, which do not lose their foliage but retain the old foliage from two to three years till the new comes."

"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do."

"I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all."

"It's interesting, isn't it? There are many stories about trees giving curses (Tatari) in the Western part of Japan. Such folklore, or something that goes back to our distant memories, remains strongly in Japanese culture. People on Yakushima Island didn't cut the trees. They thought that cutting trees would bring about a curse. Trees are beings that make us feel that way. I learned it when I went to Yakushima. When they decided to cut and sell trees because they were too poor to eat, there was a monk who recommended cutting the trees. It was not the case that they started cutting tress because a certain person happened to be on the island and said so, but rather to do with the changes in the society itself."

"All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom."

"A pillar'd shade High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between."

"Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery Thickets hail! Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks! Ye Ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep! Delicious is your shelter to the soul."

"Or ruminate in the contiguous shade."

"And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold."

"But see the fading many-coloured Woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Imbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, Of every hue from wan declining green To sooty dark."

"He that planteth a tree is the servant of God, He provideth a kindness for many generations, And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him."