VerdeMente, diálogos con Seres fotosintéticos - Primera semilla

Pilar Santamaría Motta Los verdaderos guerreros no suelen usar cascos ni armas, sino semillas y tiempo... Dodonaea viscosa, Hayuelo (Colombia), Chapulixtle (México), Candela (Argentina) , Jarilla y decenas de nombres más nos evidencian la importancia de este Serleñoso en múltiples culturas. Sus usos medicinales, rituales, ornamentales, como tutor de cultivos y restaurador de suelos dan poca cuenta de cómo ha labrado su presencia entre nosotros. Chapulixtle, su nombre en náhuatl, refiere a su increíble resistencia y flexibilidad para habitar desde lugares áridos con poca agua, hasta bosques tropicales y del sub-páramo. Es uno de nuestros compañeros guardianes del suelo en las cordillera

Street Trees

by Lily Glaeser When I worked for the City Of Portland, Urban Forestry, I was part of a team, including many, many volunteers, identifying all the public right-of-way trees in the city. It was a fantastic summer, walking every street, identifying, measuring, and taking pictures of trees. In the fall, my sister, Rose, visited me. My co-workers, Rose, and I piled into a van to go out to eat. One of my co-workers was driving and constantly getting backseat directions, but we still reached our destination. By the end of the drive, Rose burst out laughing. You see, we hadn’t said the name of a single street, we gave directions such as “turn left after the elm tree,” or “after the line of cottonwo

My Family and Fibonacci

by Josée Methot “Can you remember a time when you experienced awe?”, asked my friend. My heart jumped: “yes, of course.” The sunflowers. As if on replay, my mind formed the image: my mother in her garden, her short frame delicate against towering sunflowers; their big bobble heads bouncing against the late summer sky. I was a kid and I was mesmerized. These weren’t just plants — they were giants. There was a village of giants in my backyard, and my mother was their overall-clad keeper. It was a ragtag group of characters. There was a clique of perfect sunflowers with great posture (the snobs), a thicket of ragged and lumpy ones (the ogres), a lion with a big yellow mane (Simba from the Lion

The Defender of Plants

by Matt Candeias The first time I saw lupine blooming in the wild, a blanket of purplish blue flowers swaying softly, covering an Indiana dune, I had to sit down. We had just come through a clearing in the trees, following a trail down to the lake front that allowed us to hike through 10,000 years of dune succession in a single afternoon. I saw the blue spikes off in the distance, but until I came to them I didn’t realize what I had been seeing. The view was stunning. Wild lupine and I have a past. Lupines were the in-between step that led me from being an excited science-loving undergrad without a real plan to a botany graduate student today, and helped inspire my development of In Defense

The Allergy Tree

by Mark Brunson I love trees, but trees don’t always love me. The trouble is: I’m susceptible to pollen allergies, and those allergies are always worst in springtime when trees are the primary culprits. Where I live in northern Utah, my allergy season begins in mid- to late March as the wind begins transmitting juniper pollen, and it ends around the third week of June when the American linden has finished blooming. My town is full of allergenic trees, and so is my yard. A recent study I did found that the most commonly planted urban trees in our area include Norway maple, green ash, quaking aspen, and box elder – all of which are wind-pollinated, and thus send pollen granules hither and yon