Not Quaking In Their Roots March 5, 2012
It takes many years to form a forest. But over a longer period of time - 80,000 years, in fact - one special tree, and its several hundred quaking aspen clones, have formed a colony.
And very little has shook it ever since.
The Pando (in Latin: "I spread") is a "clonal colony" of single male quaking aspen, located in the Fishlake National Forest in south central Utah. This 6,615-ton giant is a legend; in fact, its root system is one of the oldest living organisms on Earth. And, as you may imagine, the Pando is the heaviest species in existence.Read More
Trees Are What Everyone Needs March 2, 2012
Imagine having a picnic with your family in the park.
The trees towering overhead provide cool shade from the summer sun. Their leaves dance in the light, casting shadows in interesting shapes on the ground. Like seeing animals and shapes in clouds in the sky, children imagine so many wonders hidden in these moving shadows.
You finish your lunch and lay back on the cool, red-and-white-checkered blanket, taking a deep, fresh breath. Those park trees are absorbing all the toxins. The air is so much cleaner here.Read More
Tree Care Boot Camp February 27, 2012
For the past four weeks, 49 Davey employees have been in the trenches.
They've left their homes and families from across the U.S. and Canada and journeyed to the company's corporate headquarters in Kent, Ohio, for an intensive month of training at The Davey Institute.
Days and weeks are long - 11-hour days, six days a week.Read More
Yes They Can February 16, 2012
I didn't appreciate my view from the sky until I met some special kids.
It was two or three days into Fresh Air Camp at Camp Cheerful in Strongsville, Ohio. A few of the arborists from The Davey Tree Expert Company I recognized from the pruning and other maintenance I had experienced in the past few weeks. From what I could see between branches, they were standing below, putting together cables, ropes and harnesses. It looked like they were preparing for some sort of activity for the campers.
Then, I noticed some medical and student volunteers guiding a few of the children toward me. Some looked excited; others looked nervous. As they arrived beneath the canopy, I watched as each of their chins gradually turned up toward the clouds, seeking my topmost branch, such wonder in their eyes. Fifty feet is nothing to me - I live it every day. But what does 50 feet mean to them?Read More