You're a hoot, Averill. That has to be an Eastern Douglas Fir, as if it were a Dougie from around here, our "dominant" specie, there would be a mountainside network of erosive roads, on public lands, right up to it, and it would be lopped off at it's feet and replaced with one four inches tall which stands around with the stumps looking like an endless and stupid fuzzy-bump. Mono-culture "trees" are not a forest. I wouldn't even call the Northwest forested. Oregon and Washington are a mudroom rug.
[BTW, one of the funniest things I ever sawed was a sign up on a logging ("logged") road, in front of square miles of uniform micro-tree "vista". It was a Crown-Zellerbach Logging Company sign, proclaiming how this butt-ugly row-crop was being "Managed For All Our Benefit." Some bad person had politely painted "Mis-" in front of Managed and covered the "All."
I like your Douglas a LOT better. I also believe arriving guests should be accosted. (Or perhaps even driven away.) I think a nice startling puts everyone in the mood for fun.
[BTW-2, my techie has a couple of bumper stickers: "Stumps of Mystery" (after the infamous California "attraction" Trees Of Mystery) and "Stumps Don't Lie."]
On a more positive, less grouchy plane of consciousness, I'm trying to see if I can get two pretty cat pictures posted. One of Mandu, and one of Rosey.
They're swell. Kyoot. |
