Hell and back;
By my casual estimate I have planted 1,000’s of trees over my landscape career. Plus I spent several months over several years working on the ground in bug-infested, snake-ridden, mosquito hells in Central America planting trees . . . for no reward other than the fact that I did it*.
I will continue to plant trees on my property and for others when I can.
As a designer who works on large projects I spec a lot of trees and will continue to do so until I can no longer work as a professional designer. Trees are a important part of any landscape providing a laundry list of benefits.
Trees mean a lot to me, they always have . . . always will.
The great Live oaks of the South, The awesome Redwoods and Firs in the West. Here in Ohio Buckeyes, Oaks, Beeches, Maples. The ancient Cedar, Cypress, and Gingko I touched in China.
Trees are awesome, awe-inspiring and add a sense of place and space that nothing else on Earth can do.
Having said all that
For the life of me I cannot figure out this behavior and this emotion.
I just don’t get it.
*Addendum: I very rarely mention the time and work spent in Central America, I will say this. If you want to really help . . . go down there, start nurseries, distribute seed, liners, and planting technique(s).
Please understand that de-forestation is not a black and white issue, there are several layers of compelling factors, emotion, money, bluster, needs, etc., going on.
Sending money means a dime or two on the dollar actually go to planting of trees . . . if you’re lucky.
Lastly, when walking through jungle or deep grass never be the 3rd person in the line.