- She is beautiful
- No, it is not always about looks, but she really is beautiful
- About 700 students each year live with her on the field and pass her everyday, removing her presence would be detrimental
- Burt and Ernie the squirrel lovers live there, would not want to tear the family apart, she is shelter to many animals, small and large, and she provides shade for other
- She is the embodiment of community — people climb her, play frisbee around her
- She is not a tree that has super special purpose after being cut down, so let her live
- Students would need to go to the counseling center to cope with the loss
- She does a fantastic job of pollination during the spring seasons, helping to conduct everyday important aspects of natural processes
- Her name is Rosie, but she has no roses, so it is funny…
- She is beautiful and she really is mine, I would be very sad
My perspective: is that we now have a relationship, I can look at Morgan Field and feel connected to something in nature and it is not forced at all, the relationship developed over time.
When I was having a terrible day it would be really nice to go outside for even 5 minutes and sit with my tree, something that I made a name and character for, something that cannot say anything to me, but I imagine what it would be saying if it could speak.
Local Environment: she provides shade for students during hot summer months, she brings a beautiful dynamic to the Quad and incorporating surrounding trees.
She provides a home for many squirrels and birds and she has large branches for young children to climb on.
Campus: to the campus she is just another tree, but when people take the time to appreciate nature and look into why things are beautiful and how pieces of nature all play together, they will be pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
Global Ecosystem: she is a Shumard Oak and although there is no specific use for her once torn down, she is everywhere across America, I have one down the street from me in my neighbor’s yard.
The World: there needs to be no other explanation to how a tree affects the world besides the fact that it is a tree, it supports us living and gives us oxygen so we can survive. Unfortunately the human want is lumber and paper and objects that require tearing my tree down, but these are not worth taking away the life of my beautiful tree.
Human exceptionalism paradigm vs new ecological paradigm. The new ecological paradigm makes more sense when thinking about Rosie, my tree. The human exceptionalism paradigm is interesting to think about in regards to my tree though because I am looking at myself and removing myself from any negative repercussions or any consequences that I may have caused as a human because I am making an exception of myself. This blog falls into the HEP because I am claiming something in nature as “my own” and “my tree” when really I have no bearings to it besides that Mark Scott the Dickinson College Arborist assigned me the tree.
But the new ecological paradigm discusses how ecological laws cannot be repealed even while analyzing the inventiveness of human beings as a species. These paradigms are two ways to look at the interactions of human and nature in society as a whole.
The featured image shows the direct interaction of human beings and the environment, that we can coexist so closely with one another but the question is, can we really? Most activists and environmentalists are leaning towards “no, not with the way humans act”, we will not have a planet much longer.
Today I am video chatting my mom while sitting next to Rosie, telling mom about the tree and what I have been doing this semester with this class. She has been asking me questions that I cannot really seem to answer, like “why are you feeling attached to a tree?”. This is a good question, I feel as though its more the idea of having something constant and steady in life. I look forward to watching the squirrels who live there, although again today there are not many as the temperature is dropping and I am wearing a sweatshirt. All the leaves have fallen and are brown on the ground next to where they came from. And I show my mom the tree and Burt and Ernie, the squirrels who have decided to call Rosie home and she thinks it is funny that I sit with a tree, and sometimes I think, maybe it is!
I felt melancholy today sitting with Rosie, unlike last time there were no students on the quad, it was really just the two of us watching a few stragglers walk by to get meals or wherever they are going with their busy lives. It has been really wonderful taking half an hour out of everyday to still be doing homework but to really start to get attached to my tree.
Not many squirrels today either, they seemed to be hanging out inside the tree as it is starting to get colder. Rosie’s bark is getting dry and easy to pull off, making her seem more frail, as her leaves fall off as well. The gloominess has me really reflecting on my own life, so relating back to another blog entry- it gives me emotions of sadness and gloom. The trees just blend in with the sky now, they are becoming bare and gray. This is the season when everything becomes gray and the beauty of fall has depleted. Sitting with Rosie on this gloomy day has me thinking about all of the trees we waste and the deforestation occurring in so many places around the world.
Trees are awesome, and even though they start to look creepy when the weather changes to winter, they help us so much and we just take and take from them.
Today is so sunny. Today is beautiful, there are squirrels running around and birds flying everywhere, it is an awesome day to just sit on the quad with Rosie. I pulled over a red adirondack chair to sit by Rosie but today I decided to sit a few feet away so I could really see her whole being and it was a different perspective than I have had as a whole. I see Owen sitting with his tree over by Morgan Hall, because today is perfect. There are dozens of kids playing frisbee, touch football, and spike ball out on the quad today. Enjoying what it seems like will be some of the last real warmth before winter hits like a train.
Today the leaves are red, my favorite color, and the color of fall. They slowly fall as I sit here watching them in silence, watching the sun shine through the remaining ones on the branches still. It gives off a vibe of warmth, the exposure to nature I have had while watching Rosie today is phenomenal. Three squirrels in particular have been running up and down the tree jumping from branch to branch.
It was hopeful today, even though the leaves were so bright because they were about to fall off and die, it made me realize that I would not be thankful for fall if we did not experience the cold and harshness of winter.
As I sit with Rosie, the birds chirp some and acorns fall from surrounding trees but mainly the sounds come from the people walking by, the laughter and footsteps, the frisbee games and bikers. I get more of an emotional response from the human created modern sounds because they remind me of friends and family members. The sound of birds always invoke a sense of comfort in me because my whole life, growing up there is a huge tree outside my room window that birds settle and nest. Every morning of the spring they would wake up and chirp, and even though I hated it at the time because I value my sleep, whenever I hear birds chirping, I think about my room at home.
Listening to people laugh or watching friends walk by invoke an emotion of happiness, to know that I have good friends and people who love me on this campus, my home away from home.
The best physical conditions that I can think and process information under are quiet, cool temperature, and open spaces. So it is actually perfect to sit outside with Rosie and observe her and her being.
Its seventy four degrees today and Rosie’s bark is tough to the touch and light brown. Her leaves are already starting to change, one of the first trees on Morgan Field Quad. Sitting under the tree and looking up, her leaves make a canopy of green and light yellow, they almost feel as if they are protecting me from something, definitely the sun, but it feels like a protection from something else too.
There are multiple trees around her but none as grand or tall. She houses dozens of squirrels, they run up and down the trunk as if they are racing each other. Gathering and gathering some more for the cold that is approaching. People look at me a lot as I sit at the bottom of Rosie’s trunk, she is right next to the bike rack so she sees a lot of people everyday- some walk right past, others stop and look.
It’s starting to smell like fall too, the bark has no real intense smell, but the mulch around it smells like summer fields and blueberry picking.
Around 70 years ago today, my tree was planted when World War Two was ending, and the United States dropped the nuclear atomic bomb on Japan at Hiroshima. Although my tree is placed on Dickinson College’s campus, this largely affected the citizens of every state. My tree developed into an advocate for peace, she refuted the use of non nuclear weapons and so she was clearly upset by this decision made by Truman.
Then Rosie lived through the Korean War, when she was only 5 years old, again not impacted immediately to the Carlisle area, but it helped her solidify her thoughts of advocacy against war.
Next the major events revolved around the Civil Rights movement, beginning with the Montgomery bus boycotts, and Brown vs Board of Education, this was a time in history that was incredibly powerful and important to live through. Following closely, the Berlin wall was put up, and the extreme mockery of a decision that was the Cuban Missile Crisis. It was a bad time to live in America during that. But Rosie, was always powerful and excited. Kennedy, Malcolm X, and MLK Jr all were assassinated during Rosie’s life.
Woodstock occurred and this made Rosie very happy as she was into good music and calm attitudes. But soon came Hurricane Katrina, which killed a lot of Rosie’s family, making it difficult to be happy as a lot of them were washed away and drowned with the flooding. But when Rosie and I met, I had played rock paper scissors to win her because others knew that she was the best tree on campus!
This particular Shumard Oak tree has a height of 62 feet and a diameter of 36 inches equating to 3 feet. My tree is currently not doing so well, due to a several events that have taken place within the root zone of the tree. Specifically, the bike rack impedes in the everyday shelter of the tree roots because people are constantly riding over the ground that is supposed to protect the roots. Mark Scott, the Dickinson College arborist, estimated this tree to be approximately 60-70 years old. It was most likely planted after Drayer hall was built because it makes more sense to build a tree around a building versus the other way around.
My tree is grand, very tall with beautiful palm sized green leaves. It would probably take 3 people wrapped around the tree to fill the whole circumference of the trunk. My tree has regular bark, the type of bark where when you think of a tree when you are 7 years old when you are trying to draw something for art class and you just color it brown. Its strong and hard to break off and the tree has a few nondescript carvings in it.
This relates to The Sand County Almanac because the novel focuses on conservation of land and planting trees is a small simple step that we can make to try to better the environment. All pieces of nature work together to have cohesive relationships to create homes for other species and for creating the air we breathe.