My, what nice pages you have there.
No; I didn't know the black was one of the red oaks. I can make an excuse: We have no black oak in Oregon; and the nearst "black oak" of California, is unlike red or white.
I like to think I would have called it red or black, and picked up an acorn or mentioned the difference. I certainly wouldn't have fumbled to the level of "white oak," were my specialty trees.
I pay attention to what I should know.
I also called it rubrum, as opposed to rubra; but you can pin that on brain destruction via medicines.
Trees are fun.
I really, really, love them.
I have been pruning my Acers griseum and palmatum and concinnum. I think. :o) 'Course, I might be rong, but there were decades I wouldn't have been.
The griseum is a lot of fun to have. It's from your area too. "Peely Bark Maple" ~ it has divinely colored bark.
I mean, I absolutely adore the color. When I prune off branches, I pet and admire them. So smooth, and cherry like.
Someone told me I am a sensualist. They might be right. [I don't know if that's an "official" categorization of People, but it seems the term is fair and explanatory.] I don't say sensualist as an ability. Heck no. No bragging involved. No "usefulness" implied. I mean that privately; I am drawn to things. Beautiful things.
Like cherry bark. |
