|First light, Death Valley|
"The tree company that SDGE hired is here. They want to cut down the redwood."
I freaked. Tell them they can't. Why do they want to cut it down?
"They said its dying."
Its not dying, it's dry. Tell them they can't touch it.
I have two huge redwoods on my property, near fifty years old, over a hundred feet tall, kings of the valley floor. I had noticed some browning a few months ago and talked to Dana Adler, an arborist.
Dana explained that redwoods have shallow root systems. They get their nourishment through the air mainly. That is why they tend to grow near coastal fog. We are in the middle of a big drought and dry period. If the trees were dying whole branches would be brown. What we have is more of a spotted brown condition. Leslie relayed the information.
The tree guys backed off.
I was driving in the other day and something just wasn't right. Where the hell is the power pole? SDGE must have taken it down when I wasn't looking. Damn, it was right below the high canyon road, a favorite perch for my raptors over the years. Now it's gone. Shoot. It was very functional. Of course I had so many hawk shots this year that complaining seems a bit gluttonous.
Went to plant a cycad the other day, a zamia furferea Bill had given me. Stupidly I tried to do it without gloves and the sucker bit me, putting a nice thorn in my thumb. Renee got into serious trouble with a palm thorn infection a few years ago and I should have been more careful. Than I remember what I had read about this particular species; highly toxic to man and animals, no known antidote. Great. That was ingestion but who knows what got into my bloodstream? I washed the puncture out with peroxide and waited for my earthly reward.
I'm still here.
|First light, San Diego|