#longleaf

[bryanreganphotography]

Day - 15

#cocktails #raleigh #raleigh nc #raleighnc #north carolina #nc #project 365 #365 project #365 #Longleaf

[americangrove]

Outbuilding, Wimberly House

#landscape #photography #north carolina #longleaf #architecture #sandhills

[gfisolutionsltd]

𝐈𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬? 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐅𝐈 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬 – 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐜𝐨-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝟑𝟑% 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 – 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝟒𝟎% 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬! 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 https://gfisolutionsltd.com/. Visit our Website : https://gfisolutionsltd.com/why-used-swamp-mats/

#terrains #projectrolling #longleaf #yellowpine #ecofriendly #traditional #transportation

[arsenic-green]

#black and white #dark #mine #sweet gum #longleaf

[southernsolarpunk]

Can I tell y’all about the longleaf pine? Aka Pinus Palustris :D

Ranging from southern virginia down the east coast to florida and as far east as texas, the longleaf pine may have dominated as much as 90,000,000 acres.

Tough and fire-resistant, these massive trees can grow to be 500 years old. Spanning miles- these pine barrens were a major part of the southeastern ecosystem.

Today, less than 3% of those forests remain.

The longleaf pine is a evergreen conifer, growing to be 80-100 tall and a diameter of 3 feet. These pines get their name from their needles, having the longest of the eastern pines species.

The life cycle of longleaf pines is a unique one- rather than spending their first years growing in height, they instead start as a grass. This is essential to their development- they instead focus on growing their taproot- a long central root that can grow to be 12 feet long.

This root stabilizes the trees, anchoring them down through hurricanes and helping them reach groundwater throughout droughts.

After going through the grass stage, the pines begin to grow in height- entering the bottlebrush stage. At this stage they are resistant to fire, severe windstorms, pests and drought. It is these characteristics that make longleaf pines highly resistant to the effects of climate change.

And it's for this reason that conservation and restoration is highly important.

Beginning during colonization, forests began being cleared to make way for agriculture and development- and the exceptional lumber was used to build ships, railroads, turpentine and tar.

These forests were replaced by commercial forests full of loblolly and slash pine.

With their tall sturdy trunks and higher canopy coverage (when compared to other pine species), I consider longleaf pines to be an excellent overstory tree in a food forest system. With the litter dropped (pine cones, pine needles, bark, branches) they are excellent for compost or mulch material. There are medicinal uses for the tree, but I’m not an herbalist so I won’t get into that. Pine resin from the tree also makes a great incense, just make sure you collect it when it’s dry.

#solarpunk #native plants #south carolina natives #longleaf pine #pinus palustris

[twoiafart]

THE DEATH OF CRISTON COLE Artwork by Hristo Chukov

Ser Criston found an army twice the size of his own awaiting him on a high, stony ridge. Realizing that the enemy was fresh and held the high ground, Ser Criston sent out a peace banner to treat with them. Leading this host were Ser Garibald Grey, Longleaf the Lionslayer, and Roddy the Ruin. Ser Criston offered to surrender but his foes rejected the offer. And when Criston pointed out that many of their men would die in the fighting, they dismissed that as well. The Winter Wolves were there, and felt it was best to die with sword in hand. Ser Criston Cole then challenged all three to a duel, but this challenge was met with three arrows that came winging down from the ridge, striking Ser Criston dead. And so ended the Kingmaker, remembered as one of the best and the worst to ever don the white cloak.

#asoiaf art #criston cole #garibald grey #longleaf the lionslayer #roddy the ruin #the winter wolves #hristo chukov

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

University of Akron Press

#Matthew Olzmann #Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials Into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America #poetry #poem

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Tell me what it’s like to live without / curiosity, without awe."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

#closed polls #polls #poetry #poems #poetry polls #poets and writing #tumblr poetry #have you read this #nature poetry #letter to the person who carved his initials into the oldest living longleaf pine in north america #matthew olzmann #admin faves

[londonsimblr]

hungover and remaking a bunch of my trees

#longleaf pine

[asongoficeandfiresource]

The World of Fire & Blood Calendar 2023 || The Death of Ser Criston Cole by Hristo Chukov

Calling for a peace banner, King Aegon’s Hand rode out to treat with them. Three came down from the ridge to meet him. Chief amongst them was Ser Garibald Grey in his dented plate and mail. Pate of Longleaf was with him, the Lionslayer who had cut down Jason Lannister, together with Roddy the Ruin, bearing the scars he had taken at the Fishfeed. “If I strike my banners, do you promise us our lives?” Ser Criston asked the three of them. “I made my promise to the dead,” Ser Garibald replied. “I told them I would build a sept for them out of traitors’ bones. I don’t have near enough bones yet, so…” Ser Criston answered, “If there is to be battle here, many of your own will die as well.” The northman Roderick Dustin laughed at these words, saying, “That’s why we come. Winter’s here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.” Ser Criston drew his longsword from its scabbard. “As you will it. We can begin here, the four of us. One of me against the three of you. Will that be enough to make a fight of it?” But Longleaf the Lionslayer said, “I’ll want three more,” and up on the ridge Red Robb Rivers and two of his archers raised their longbows. Three arrows flew across the field, striking Cole in belly, neck, and breast. “I’ll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker,” declared Longleaf. “There’s tens o’ thousands dead on your account.” He was speaking to a corpse. -- Fire and Blood

#criston cole #garibald grey #pate of longleaf #roderick dustin #asoiaf #asoiafedit #asoiaf art #hristo chukov #official art

[stromuprisahat]

Calling for a peace banner, King Aegon’s Hand rode out to treat with them. Three came down from the ridge to meet him. Chief amongst them was Ser Garibald Grey in his dented plate and mail. Pate of Longleaf was with him, the Lionslayer who had cut down Jason Lannister, together with Roddy the Ruin, bearing the scars he had taken at the Fishfeed. “If I strike my banners, do you promise us our lives?” Ser Criston asked the three of them. “I made my promise to the dead,” Ser Garibald replied. “I told them I would build a sept for them out of traitors’ bones. I don’t have near enough bones yet, so…” Ser Criston answered, “If there is to be battle here, many of your own will die as well.” The northman Roderick Dustin laughed at these words, saying, “That’s why we come. Winter’s here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.” Ser Criston drew his longsword from its scabbard. “As you will it. We can begin here, the four of us. One of me against the three of you. Will that be enough to make a fight of it?” But Longleaf the Lionslayer said, “I’ll want three more,” and up on the ridge Red Robb Rivers and two of his archers raised their longbows. Three arrows flew across the field, striking Cole in belly, neck, and breast. “I’ll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker,” declared Longleaf. “There’s tens o’ thousands dead on your account.” He was speaking to a corpse.

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

#ASoIaF #Fire & Blood #valyrianscrolls #ch: The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Triumphant #Criston Cole #Garibald Grey #Pate of Longleaf #Roderick Dustin #Red Robb Rivers #Butcher's Ball #Dance of the Dragons #Blacks #V #GRRM #books #quotes #Damn! #How is it that Greens have historians on their side #yet the most badass characters belong to Blacks?!

[americangrove]

Storage Room, Wimberly House

#landscape #photography #north carolina #sandhills #longleaf #architecture

[joy-haver]

I led a children’s plant walk today and taught the kids and parents to identify some things. Then I went to a longleaf pine savanna and wondered around. It was beautiful. They burned it just last year and so it was singing with life. I layed in the sun and spread the seeds and loved it so thoroughly. And I wrote this poem/song

Blue sky lupine, yellow jessamine

Boneset, bush clover

Come on over to me

In the land of the long leaf pine

This is what you’ll see

Boneset, blue sky, yellow jessamine

Silk grass, Yaupon, Sarsaparilla tea

Cross of St Andrew

Come on over to me

Don’t you go tellin me ain’t nothin here to see

With silk grass, Yaupon, and sasparilla tea

Lay down, soft ground, sunshine n’ breeze

Warm southern winter

Come on over to me

Birdcall, bunny paw, I’m happy as can be

With lay down, soft ground, sunshine and breeze.

#native plants #rose baker #poetry #nature #longleaf pine

[pumpkincrow31]

Salamander pov

#longleaf pine #salamander #nature #pinus palustris #winter

[londonhalcyon]

@dumpsterhipster​

I finally resumed the one shots (again). This one has been sitting in my drafts forever. And, hey! It’s actually close to my 1k-word limit for once! (Mostly because your neighborhood environmental scientist got a little carried away with the topic and had to cut it short before she had more than her weekly allotment of existential crises.)

Anyway, here’s part one of two. Enjoy!

* * * *

In Hot Water - Part 1 (Lily)

“I don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get?”

“I don’t understand what I’m looking at.”

Tanner grinned, thoroughly pleased with my confusion. He had been casting smug glances in my direction since he had picked me up at the airport the night before. Clearly, my reaction hadn’t disappointed. 

“Tell me what you see,” he said.

I stared at the smooth, crimson-skinned creature at the foot of the tree. It sort of resembled a four-legged slug, one the length of my hand. “It’s a salamander,” I said. 

“Yep.”

“It’s a fire dwelling salamander.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s in water.”

“Correctamundo.”

Between the thick buttress roots of a bald cypress, the supposed fire salamander lounged in a shallow depression filled with water. It had submerged its whole body—and seemed quite content in its little bath. The salamander’s chin rested on a small stone at the edge of the water. While it occasionally turned its head to gaze at us with its black, bulbous eyes, it wasn’t too concerned about our presence. 

Tanner laughed his characteristic jovial laugh. He always found something to laugh about, no matter the situation. “Told ya you’d want to see this.”

“I don’t understand,” I repeated. “It shouldn’t be alive. Fire salamanders can’t survive without salamander fire. Not for more than six hours, and not in water.”

“True. Unless it’s a hybrid.”

“With…what? A regular salamander? How would that work?”

“Well, you see, when two salamanders love each other very much—”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed.

He chuckled. “Honestly, that’s the question. Two different species, two different niches. It shouldn’t be possible. I mean, look around.” 

He pointed towards the trees behind us: thin, straight pines with rough reddish bark and scraggly heads of long green needles. It was the flattest, most open forest I had ever seen. The wide spaces between the tree trunks allowed the sun to cast a golden tint over the short grass below, mixed with dots of yellow, purple, and red from sporadic patches of wildflowers and pitcher plants. 

“Longleaf pine savanna—a fire dependent ecosystem. We do controlled burns here all the time. The perfect fire salamander habitat.”

He pointed towards the cypresses, where the trees were far less open. The grass and bushes here were taller, more tangled together, and a far deeper green than most of the savanna. There was a small pond beyond the tree trunks, but I was more likely to be swallowed by vines than reach it on foot. 

“Temporary wetland. The actual swampy part of the swamp. The vegetation doesn’t burn as well here, so it's better for species that thrive in wetter conditions—like good ol’ ordinary salamanders. All part of the same ecosystem, but different niches. There shouldn’t be overlap. Hypothetically.”

“Your hypothesis just got rejected,” I said, looking back at the fire salamander that was not, in fact, on fire. 

“So, new hypothesis: hybridization. And desperation. The population numbers of both species are declining, so the choice of mates is limited. I know a flaming amphibian wouldn’t be my ideal date.”

“What’s causing the decline?”

“Scale rot, habitat degradation, water pollution, etcetera, etcetera. Take your pick. There are quite a few of them.” 

“Hybridization isn’t viable in the long-term. The genetics…”

“Yeah, the genetics are a bitch. Got some colleagues looking into inbreeding too. They’re worried these guys might be speedrunning themselves into local extinction.”

“Any plans for reintroduction? ‘Cause I know a reserve back home that has a ton of fire salamanders. I could talk to some contacts.”

“Thought about it. But reintroduction isn’t going to do any good if the habitat conditions don’t improve. And no one wants to sink thousands of dollars into captive breeding until we have more data.”

“If they’re worth saving, you mean,” I said flatly. 

He snapped his fingers. “Right on the money. Or lack thereof.”

So we were dealing with all the usual depressing stuff. Great. 

“What are you looking for? Genetic importance?” Fire salamanders existed worldwide, but if these were a genetically distinct subspecies, that might change things.

“My geneticist friends are. I’m more interested in ecological importance. A lot of processes at work in this forest. Not many like it left in the country.”

“And the non-magical salamanders they’re hybridizing with?”

“Got a No-Maj team looking into them, with one Magizoologist in the mix. We have a reasonable research plan for both species. Now it’s just a matter of getting the go-ahead. And the funds.”

My legs had begun to cramp where I was crouched. I dropped to one knee on the unexpectedly spongy ground. Water soaked through my jeans. 

“What can I do to help?” I asked. 

Tanner shot me a broad grin, too mischievous. “I’m so glad you asked,” he said. “Since I know how much you absolutely love grant writing—”

“No.”

“—and since I know how amazing you are at it, how stellar—”

“Tanner.”

“—could you—pretty please—proofread our draft?”

“Oh.” I relaxed. “Yeah, sure. You could’ve led with that.”

Not nearly as mischievous, he said, “I have written twenty pages of letters and essays in the past two days. Let me find little things to entertain myself, please.”

I laughed. “So we’re out here because…?”

“I really needed a walk.” He pointed at the salamander. “Plus that? That’s cool as hell.”

“Yeah.” 

Not a bad way to spend your last few generations: as a magical disaster chilling in a puddle. Well, maybe not chilling. 

I squinted at the water around the little red amphibian. Bubbles had begun to rapidly rise, approaching a rolling boil. The salamander continued to rest its chin on the stone, its eyes half-closed. “Huh. That’s new.”

Tanner retrieved a notebook from his pack. “‘Spontaneous boiling,’” he wrote aloud. Twirling his pencil around his fingers, he added cheerfully, “Grant funding here we come.”

#can you tell i love longleaf pine savannas? #the mad witch #hphm #hogwarts mystery #lilianna flores #those years in between

[songofsunset]

Florida is uniquely lovely!

We went camping this weekend, and had a great time, and saw some of the peak of natural Florida!

This pine forest needs regular fires to release seeds and refresh the forest, so you see charred trunks from the controlled burns everywhere you go. It's a beautiful reminder of the natural cycles around us! I love it so much!!

Also these tiny red sundew plants are carnivorous and were all along the marshy bits of the path :)

#florida #lori chat #forget disney and the beaches pine forests are where its AT #but for real the native ecology of this state is so goddamn breathtaking yhat it kills me when it all gets mowed over for more disney #tourists and people moving here please appreciate what a wonderful place this is! #Anyways this sort of longleaf pine forest is my favorite habitat in the WORLD. the BEST.