The university (I’m not sure of specifically what organizations or bits of it, but people associated with OWU, anyway) planted a few trees, including three red-buds and a buckeye, and possibly one other that I have not investigated closely enough to identify. This was heartening, as the university had several trees cut down, for what reasons I do not know, so I thought to myself that they were around one-up from where they were, calculating it out. And then I noticed the stump and piles of saw dust where the campus’s only larch tree was once located. No idea what they were thinking there… alright, it did look a little wonky, but it was an older tree with character, and the only larch on campus! At least it dropped enough pinecones to hopefully yield at least one larch that I can plant in its honour. (I’m bordering on Werther-level here, I know, but at least I’m doing something about it and not going to cry to Lotte about it before wandering about in the night like a wolf. Oh, Werther.)
German Word: Why would I use the verb ermorden, meaning ‘to murder’ for this week’s word? I wonder. (Werther, I know, I know. He should have just planted another walnut tree and made sure it survived. Honestly. Any nature-freak like that should at least put some effort into it.)
Pictures:
I'm so cool, I know, finding a large carp in the Delaware Run. There's a lot of these fellows in there, though.
Not labeled: how horrible my hand writing is. And, yes, that buckeye tree is smiling. He's happy to see you.
Tell your friends!
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