The more I learn about redwood trees, the more astonishing they become. The bark is fire-proof, so some trunks are burnt out in the middle, with just the bark shell remaining. This gets covered in soft moss and looks rather beautiful.
Also, when a tree is brought down, more shoot up from the stump. They remind me a bit of celery stalks, but with the middle cut out first. It seems like they are really just the biggest weeds on the planet. It might be lucky that they only grow in quite particular conditions, otherwise 'The Day of the Triffids' would have to be rewritten.
When you think about it, any tree that can get to around 2000 years old must have quite special survival techniques.
The area of California I find myself in used to be part of the Gold Rush, so I walk quite hopefully along the streams, watching for any particularly bright, glimmering pebbles - although I suspect the real treasure here takes a non-tangible form.
Also, when a tree is brought down, more shoot up from the stump. They remind me a bit of celery stalks, but with the middle cut out first. It seems like they are really just the biggest weeds on the planet. It might be lucky that they only grow in quite particular conditions, otherwise 'The Day of the Triffids' would have to be rewritten.
When you think about it, any tree that can get to around 2000 years old must have quite special survival techniques.
The area of California I find myself in used to be part of the Gold Rush, so I walk quite hopefully along the streams, watching for any particularly bright, glimmering pebbles - although I suspect the real treasure here takes a non-tangible form.
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