An Oak Tree

the tree to be a great piece of art, she needs to put all of her emotions into making it. As Melinda draws her trees throughout the stories, she is constantly changing the way she is drawing them because they are not perfect. But as the story progresses Melinda…

A mighty Oak. It’s limbs towered above the clouds and held itself above us like a giant. It was as broad as molasses and substantial like diamonds. Engraved on it was the word Friendship. “Stupid, stupid tree!” I thought. “You aren’t friendship. Your hatred and enmity!” Before Enonya even knew what hit her I screeched “Sorry!” As I was saying this a flock of…

free as the rope zipped as jem ran… “Do you want to play on the swings”? I asked as I walked around jem beca my friend's dog and we smelled the cool crisp wind flowing around me. “I don't care”, she said as she unhooked Jems long leash from a old oak tree,a bubbly feeling from the pit of my stomach as we started to run down the hill with jem close behind and her gold fur waving in the wind. When we got to the swings, as we were swinging Jem started barking at us! “What”? I said as I jumped…

resolution imagery in characterizing vegetation structure, thus determining the exact tree from the gps coordinates on the ground, which was a major part of the research process. Wood also emphasizes that the trees in the previously mentioned study likely grew very little between the time in-situ data was collected and when the imagery was taken over the course of several months. Since this study measured tree characteristics approximately 18 months after the imagery was collected, the d.b.h…

Once upon a time, there was a population of Ents (tree beasts) that inhabited trees. They could move through trees, and would protect a forest at any cost. They were huge, about the size of a large oak, and took on the form of whatever tree they were currently inhabiting. As soon as a Ent moved into a tree, the tree could move as the Ent it. Therefore, if there was a nearby forest, an attack from Ents was almost impossible to defend from, even if there were two or three Ents. Ents came in…

where the dominant tree species in the location has attained a very old age. Ecologically, old growth forest is very important, therefore, measurements and indexes should be used to reflect the value these habitats hold. I suggest that an old-growth habitat index be used to reflect the “old-growth quality” of the upland and floodplain regions in Prospect Park. Most “old-growth” indices capture multiple qualities of the trees such as trees with dbh’s of over 100cm, diversity of tree sizes,…

(875 words) Woolly Days ahead for the Hemlock Tree -Angela Cannon-Crothers I like bugs, ask anyone. I am awed by the mechanics of their life cycles, the biodiversity of the entire Order of Insecta, the magical beauty of so many of their kind. But there are a few that strike more than a few heebe-geebes -- some are downright frightening. Take the tiny hemlock wooly adelgid (ah-del-jid) for instance: a needle sucking scale insect of miniscule proportions that reproduces asexually (no male…

followed a trail of trees marked with red paint until we stopped in front of a old oak tree. I looked around and my face fell. I saw Tabby was just as confused as I was. My grandpa laughed and told us to look up. Hidden up in the branches was what looked to be a tree house. I could feel the excitement come over me, but then my grandpa told us to stay where we were. I watch as he climb up into the branches of the mighty oak. All of a sudden a shower of leaves started falling from all sides of the…

It was a normal Saturday morning. I had just woken up and my dogs were dying to take a walk. I grabbed their leashes and headed out the door. Right as both the dogs got outside they went crazy. Diego was tugging so hard on the leash, he was only on two legs, jumping like a rabbit. Charlie was scratching my leg trying to get my attention. I reached down to get him off my leg and Diego darted off down the street and around the corner. I thought he had seen a dog, but when I got to him, he was…

When thinking of a tree, it is easy to imagine a strong plant, established firmly into the soil, with a thick substantial trunk and vast outreaching branches. However, what does not typically come to mind is a scrawny seedling, with its new roots hardly ingrained into the soil. One with a toothpick of a trunk that is struggling to support itself. The fact of the matter is that every tremendous tree started as a measly sapling, but not every sapling is able to grow into a tree. The forest can be…