alanarbor wrote: "BTW Guy, nice article in the latest Arborist News! Sounds like the ol' hardboiled sleuth had been taking some sensitivity training! "
The mail's slow to NC; I haven't gotten the April issue yet. For those of you that get a chance to read it, I'd welcome any comments, criticism, lambasting, howls of protest or random thoughts on the general topic of pruning girdling roots. Feel free to pick nits on the decisions and the descriptions, anything..
The first paragraph had to be rewritten; it was shot down the first go-round for being too racy. For this family-friendly forum, here's Dendro's dry daydream; his image of climbing a southern magnolia:
"Her rounded form was waving in the wind, dazzling me into submission. Her deep green lustrous sheen pulled me helplessly toward her. I was lost in a tremulous trance. I had to experience oneness with this being, so I ardently ascended. Her long, spreading limbs enveloped me in their embrace as I thrust my way into her canopy. Through the layers of leathery emerald verdure I glimpsed the Carolina-blue sky. As I slithered further out her limbs, the delicious fragrance of the nectar glistening on her pure white petals wafted up my nostrils and intoxicated my mind. I was hers, totally, completely, and not at all discreetly." (Copyright ISA)
For you "modern" climbers who've never heard of thrusting into trees, it is a technique for getting into the canopy commonly used in the olden days, and still is the Modus Ascendandi for olden climbers.
The mail's slow to NC; I haven't gotten the April issue yet. For those of you that get a chance to read it, I'd welcome any comments, criticism, lambasting, howls of protest or random thoughts on the general topic of pruning girdling roots. Feel free to pick nits on the decisions and the descriptions, anything..
The first paragraph had to be rewritten; it was shot down the first go-round for being too racy. For this family-friendly forum, here's Dendro's dry daydream; his image of climbing a southern magnolia:
"Her rounded form was waving in the wind, dazzling me into submission. Her deep green lustrous sheen pulled me helplessly toward her. I was lost in a tremulous trance. I had to experience oneness with this being, so I ardently ascended. Her long, spreading limbs enveloped me in their embrace as I thrust my way into her canopy. Through the layers of leathery emerald verdure I glimpsed the Carolina-blue sky. As I slithered further out her limbs, the delicious fragrance of the nectar glistening on her pure white petals wafted up my nostrils and intoxicated my mind. I was hers, totally, completely, and not at all discreetly." (Copyright ISA)
For you "modern" climbers who've never heard of thrusting into trees, it is a technique for getting into the canopy commonly used in the olden days, and still is the Modus Ascendandi for olden climbers.
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