I am reading a very irritating book, full of unsupported assertions that sort of thing, about
how great gardening is (picked it up 2ndhand, cheaply) but there was one bit in it that
intrigued me.
"Every one of the one hundred thousand types of tree on the planet sings its own song.
I enjoy the sound of a rustling aspen, the one tree I can identify by ear alone. I stand in
awe of those nature lovers who claim, as Thomas Hardy did, to be able to identify trees
by the sound of their leaves. As Hardy wrote in Under the Greenwood Tree: 'To dwellers
in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the
passing of the breeze the fir trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the
holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles
while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as
shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.'"
My first reaction is "pull the other one" but I thought I'd ask if anyone thinks this is
remotely possible - although I think I'd want a controlled trial to remove the influence of
lucky and educated guesses as well as chance
The book in question is "The therapeutic garden" by David Norfolk. Bits of it are very
interesting and storyish but it offends the scientist in me
Having said that, I am enjoying it.
how great gardening is (picked it up 2ndhand, cheaply) but there was one bit in it that
intrigued me.
"Every one of the one hundred thousand types of tree on the planet sings its own song.
I enjoy the sound of a rustling aspen, the one tree I can identify by ear alone. I stand in
awe of those nature lovers who claim, as Thomas Hardy did, to be able to identify trees
by the sound of their leaves. As Hardy wrote in Under the Greenwood Tree: 'To dwellers
in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the
passing of the breeze the fir trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the
holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles
while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as
shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.'"
My first reaction is "pull the other one" but I thought I'd ask if anyone thinks this is
remotely possible - although I think I'd want a controlled trial to remove the influence of
lucky and educated guesses as well as chance
The book in question is "The therapeutic garden" by David Norfolk. Bits of it are very
interesting and storyish but it offends the scientist in me
Having said that, I am enjoying it.