The lodgepole pines I had seen as red and dying were now part of the story they introduced as fire ecology, with pine bark beetles entering the cambium layer of the tree, killing it, and preparing it for fire. Ted spoke of the flames rising with the heat in the forest, splitting open the cones that drop their seeds in the seared soil for the lodgepole’s regeneration the following year. “Lodgepole pinecones may remain unopened for years and burst open only during a forest fire,” Ted said. “They are referred to as serotinous cones.” As a young Mormon woman, I heard “Resurrection.”
~ Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
Photograph: Pendletron
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Thank you for sharing Margot
🙂
Welcome the Fire.
Yes.
Makes me think of how cicadas can live underground for 15 years or so, waiting, before they emerge into their next form
I didn’t grow up around cicadas. Didn’t know that. So interesting.
This book is based upon three shelves of beautiful, cloth-bound books, all empty–the author’s mother’s journals. My curiosity is peaked and another book is added to my Amazon wish list. 🙂
Yes. I’m am half way through the book Carolann. First half was incredible.
to everything there is a season.
Yes.