tshanefreeman
ArboristSite Operative
I have a confesion to make ............................ I have a serious problem! I am obsessed with trees. Tall, small, mature, or juvenile, it does not matter. No longer can I simply take the dog for a leasurely walk around town. Everywhere where I go, I find myself looking side to side, up and down, at the trees making up the landscapes of the local citizens. I strive to learn more, either through the classes I am taking inorder to fulfill my post-secondary degrees, the extra-corricular text material I read, or the discussion groups that I interact in.
Are there any fellow arborists or students that can relate to the pre-described disorder? Or is it a disorder? Or am I the only person that bores family and friends with monotanous gibberish?
One day while driving home, I decided to venture down a street seldom travelled. This particular street's boulivard is lined with 75 foot spruce trees. This is not an oddity for my neighborhood, however, I quickly noticed that these trees were not the typical Colorado Blue, White, or Black Spruces typically found in the area. I immediately pulled my car along side the curb, so that I could get a better look for myself. Norway Spruces, they had to be! But, my memory banks told me that this species of spruce typically grows in zones 3b to 8 and Killarney, Manitoba, Canada is 2/3 transition zone. I had heard my college professor speak of some in the area of North Dakota, but yet he had never seen them. I snapped off a few pictures with my digital camera and headed home. Even though I knew that I was 99.98% positive of my findings, I still wanted physical evidence that I could touch and hold and call my own. I looked up the lady's phone number, called her, explained that I was a Urban Forestry student and that I found some uniqueness in the trees lining the perimeter of her yard. I stated how I was interested in obtaining one of these cones to verify my findings. After expressing some non-lady-like words and hanging up on me, I came to the conclusion that this elderly widow wasn't about to let me supposedly "...rape her trees for my own pleasure." Therefore, if I wanted closer and the ability to sleep at night, I would have to take things into my own hands!
That night at 1:45 in the morning, I headed to her sacred woodlot with nothing more than determination in my heart and a throwbag in hand. With a few attempts, I had obtain my 40 foot goal and was on my way home. What gratification! Who would of thought that I would have taken pride in acting so childish.....................but I did, for my predictions were correct, Norway Spruces.
What relevance does this story have to the discussion postings? Well, I suppose that it doesn't. I just thought that this story was humorous in its own sick and twisted way and that I am sure that others have similar experiences to tell or have hidden away due to embarrassment or inorder to save face. My parents and girlfriend say that I'm far to enthusiastic and idealistist for the majority of society, however, they suppose it is a desirable quality. Hopefully you can see the humor in my experience and that I am not the only 'tree freak' left on this earth.
Shane Freeman
Education doesn't have to end at graduation.........................however, one should try and keep it legal!
Are there any fellow arborists or students that can relate to the pre-described disorder? Or is it a disorder? Or am I the only person that bores family and friends with monotanous gibberish?
One day while driving home, I decided to venture down a street seldom travelled. This particular street's boulivard is lined with 75 foot spruce trees. This is not an oddity for my neighborhood, however, I quickly noticed that these trees were not the typical Colorado Blue, White, or Black Spruces typically found in the area. I immediately pulled my car along side the curb, so that I could get a better look for myself. Norway Spruces, they had to be! But, my memory banks told me that this species of spruce typically grows in zones 3b to 8 and Killarney, Manitoba, Canada is 2/3 transition zone. I had heard my college professor speak of some in the area of North Dakota, but yet he had never seen them. I snapped off a few pictures with my digital camera and headed home. Even though I knew that I was 99.98% positive of my findings, I still wanted physical evidence that I could touch and hold and call my own. I looked up the lady's phone number, called her, explained that I was a Urban Forestry student and that I found some uniqueness in the trees lining the perimeter of her yard. I stated how I was interested in obtaining one of these cones to verify my findings. After expressing some non-lady-like words and hanging up on me, I came to the conclusion that this elderly widow wasn't about to let me supposedly "...rape her trees for my own pleasure." Therefore, if I wanted closer and the ability to sleep at night, I would have to take things into my own hands!
That night at 1:45 in the morning, I headed to her sacred woodlot with nothing more than determination in my heart and a throwbag in hand. With a few attempts, I had obtain my 40 foot goal and was on my way home. What gratification! Who would of thought that I would have taken pride in acting so childish.....................but I did, for my predictions were correct, Norway Spruces.
What relevance does this story have to the discussion postings? Well, I suppose that it doesn't. I just thought that this story was humorous in its own sick and twisted way and that I am sure that others have similar experiences to tell or have hidden away due to embarrassment or inorder to save face. My parents and girlfriend say that I'm far to enthusiastic and idealistist for the majority of society, however, they suppose it is a desirable quality. Hopefully you can see the humor in my experience and that I am not the only 'tree freak' left on this earth.
Shane Freeman
Education doesn't have to end at graduation.........................however, one should try and keep it legal!
