The world’s largest Sitka Spruce fell over on Sunday due to strong winds. I’m all chocked up about it. We visited our 700 year old Picea sitchensis every year on our way to the beach.
I didn’t care about trees when I first met my father in law, a retired forester. But as he shared his love for God’s creation with me. I began to enjoy them as well. He often asks, “What kind of tree is this?” “Where is this bush native?” “What is the Latin name for Western Hemlock?” Dan and I reply with some half-wit response like, “Uh, green-us leaf-tree-us?,” or “No wait, I know this one, Douglas Fir.” We are a shameful bunch. We may not retain what he teaches us about needle foliage or new growth but we sure enjoy listening anyway.
Thanks Dad.
