Trees

sonnet. — the pines that clutch the highest mountain crest - wind-blasted, withered, agonized and bare, bowed low as if enfeebled by the air; as venerable elders (forced to rest on canes, deformed by gravity, oppressed by time and stress) will shed their shrivelled hair, the needles of these pines are scarcely there, thinned out by altitude’s incessant tests. the lowland pines are lofty, spreading, thrive and flourish in abundant rain and soil; the summit-pines are twisted, crabbed, and clubbed -

The origin of my love of woodland affection is in Southwater, West Sussex in a little garden on Wealdon Close. It is in this garden, one that belonged to my Nan and Grandad until recently, that I have the fondest memories of adventures into the woodland. …

Brightscapes: The Way To Beauty Twilight Woods #212 Gouache on Bristol Paper NOT A PRINT OR REPRODUCTION 2.5" x 3.5" (6.35 cm x 8.89 cm) © copyright Mike Kraus To purchase for your collection, please visit: https://www.etsy.com/listing/244918007/twilight-woods-212-artist-trading-cards I follow the winding path not knowing where I’ll end up. The trees…

Kindheitserinnerungen Ich saß auf meinem Kirschbaum ganz oben im Geäst der Wind in meinen Haaren die Blätter im Gesicht mein Kirschbaum war mein Freund war frei und gut gelaunt aß Kirschen, keine Pflaumen und spuckte Kerne weit Jahre sind vergangen mein alter großer Baum das Leben hat uns gefangen in einem anderen Lebensraum was würde ich nur geben ganz oben im Geäst der Wind in meinen Haaren die Blätter im Gesicht

Question Given the root of a Binary Search Tree (BST), convert it to a Greater Tree such that every key of the original BST is changed to the original key plus the sum of all keys greater than the original key in BST. As a reminder, a binary search tree…

Trees, Big, Strong, Ever growing… A life made of drought and rain, Sudden change, winds from every direction, But in the end, the tree does stand To face time and space, both above and below it’s ground Together we have grown Into the stable honey gloss of oak Fire and flood have not uprooted us and now we are a team with one desire. With you my love, I long to watch the sunsets My leaves do flutter at your ever breath My branches quiver at your every touch And Without you, life in not much… In your company we will see many a forest, And in unison we will remain in pace, in love…

How scientific naming gatekeeps everyday people from connecting with nature. And how to get around it. Hiking down one of the quieter paths of Wissahickon Creek in Philadelphia, we come into a grove of tall, reaching trees, their crowns splayed open in mid-spring spearmint green. They command our attention. A…