by Megan Presland I have only ever loved one tree in my life: the big, beautiful, gnarled apple tree that used to stand in my parents' backyard. While we never actually ate the fruit of this tree, it provided a spot for our childhood imaginations to flourish. When I was younger, my father worked in forestry for the county and my brothers and I quickly grew an affinity for tree climbing. It was on the apple tree that I first learned to climb, using its thick, sturdy branches
by Rachelle the Drunk Phytologist Looking back, my whole childhood was a plant and nature love story, complete with a 20 acre playground. Growing up on a show rabbit farm in Northeastern Indiana allowed me to explore, dream, and get dirty. I made little moats in the mud of my mom's garden to water her bedding plants, picked fruits out of our orchard, and jumped into our pond on a hot day to gather pond weed and algae for an impromptu Loch Ness monster costume. As a nerdy kid
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 sti
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 rec
by Lizz Waring Lizz shares the story of learning to love plants on a school field trip... Transcript: This is Lizz Waring from Texas Tech and she is going to tell us her plant love story. This is my plant Love Story involving a 19th century president and how he made me fall in love love with plants. So when I was in Middle School I lived in Northwestern Ohio in a little tiny town called Oak Harbor, which was near the city of Fremont, which you’ve also probably never heard of.
by Jeremie Fant That I chose a species I once hated for my first “Plant love Story” was a surprise even to me. However, given the thin line which separates love from hate, maybe it was to be expected. Yet it was clear as I was thinking of a subject for this story, the one image I keep returning to was a small tree growing in the thin strip of garden which separated our driveway from our neighbor’s. This tree stood around 40 feet tall, straddling the two sides of the property.
by Lesley Evans Ogden This week we bring you another story from our Plant Love Stories Live event held recently at North American Congress on Conservation Biology in Toronto. This week's story is by Lesley Evans Ogden. You can hear her story using the video link below A transcript of her story is available below: Growing up in rural Ontario just north of Kingston, my family lived next door to a farm. The farmers were a friendly and generous family and my brother and I were g
by Morgan Tingley Morgan Tingley is an Assistant Professor of Ecology and Evolutionary Biology at the University of Connecticut. He shouldn't be too hard on his parents, as he struggles to keep anything green alive. #Lemon #Tree #Parents #Moving #Art #Flower #Garden
by David Gill Growing up in Barbados, "summer" was my favourite time of year. Mostly because school was out (I hated school!) but also because it was a special time of year for other species as well, (mango season!). We had ~11 varieties of mangoes from 13 trees (example mangoes, Figure 1). Not all trees bore mangoes at the same time, so some days we had 2-3 trees to choose from, but other times we had around 6-8 trees. I remember one summer we collected ~ 35 lb of mangoes in
by Bonnie McGill I’m telling you he was throwing sticks at me and wouldn’t stop. So I did what any little sister would do when verbal communication fails to bring about a change in your older brother’s behavior: give them a little shove. That’ll get their attention. And it sure did. It was August 1995, think President (Bill) Clinton, Toy Story and Garth Brooks. I was 11 and my brother, Tim, was 13. (The photos at left were taken in ~1987 and 2016.) We had been climbing trees
by Becky Barak Many of my plant love stories are actually stories about teachers that helped me see the world in a new way. High school biology class was maybe the first time I started thinking about plants as really, truly alive (and now I’m a botanist, so I guess we all grow up). My teacher had taught us about transpiration -- the flow of water up from the roots of a plant all the way up to the leaves -- against gravity and driven by evaporation. On the way home from scho