
The distinctive bark of a young Kentucky coffeetree.
The branches look dead in winter, bare of twigs, the buds hidden away. The genus name translates as “naked branch.”
The high top of this older male tree looked amazingly shrubby.
A nearby female was festooned with seed pods.
The bark of a mature specimen.
Of trees and their memories: there’s a lecture on dendrochronology on Sunday afternoon at the Torrey Botanical Society meeting. Which reminds me that I wrote a short piece for JSTOR on dendrochronology’s origins.
If you go to the lecture, keep an ear out for Ravens! A pair was working on a nest last week on the very library building the lecture hall is in, but since then they seem to have transferred their allegiance to a nest across the road at Fordham U.
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