I was walking on the back of my land and noticed the Redwoods needles, from 2 springs ago, was starting to turn brown as it does each fall. As the winter winds come, these clumps of Redwood needles blow out of the trees and blanket the earth with a golden brown layer of retired branched needles. The Pomo Indians say that each winter the Redwoods cry and they call these dead branchs of needles, Redwood Sorrow.
Instead of snow, our Coastal forest is blanketed with the Redwood "Sorrow" that returns to the earth to become mulch and nurture our beautiful Redwood forest.
Speaking of Redwood, our cousins to the West continent grow a third variety of Sequoia. It is called The Dawn Redwood. Wikipedia states "Although the least tall of the redwoods, it grows to at least 200 feet in height. Local villagers refer to the original tree from which most others derive as Shui-sa, or "water fir", which is part of a local shrine."
About 20 years ago I planted a dawn Redwood on the edge of our garden and today it is about 35ft tall. Every fall it looses all of its' needles.
All of the needles will yellow then fall off and it looks like the tree has come to a fatal end until spring comes and life and foliage returns to this nobel tree.
We have a western Maple that grows along the Pacific range. Its' latin name is Acer Macrophillum, Pacific Maple, or Big Leaf Maple. And this is why.........
Another cool picture that I would like to share, is a very thin slice of old growth Redwood. I cut it off the end of a board and noticed it was so thin you could see light through it......... so I took it outside and shot a picture of this slice held up to the afternoon sun in the Redwood forest.
So, one day my friend Sunray was sawing a 6ft cant (block) of curly Redwood into thick veneers for beautiful panels in our doors. Well it was so heavy that he decided to saw it in half to make it easier to re-saw the thick veneers. And believe it or not (you really should) when he sawed this 6ft by 8 inch square cant of Redwood in half, he found this......
I've shown this picture before, but take another look. Here is a picture of the end of a board that was milled for me by a local sawyer.
This tree was originally fallen, by a man with an ax. How very cool. I'll bet he would be proud that we utilized his hard work and efforts to create a beautiful door to grace a home of a wonderful family.
Then, I'll end with this