#Tree Services Portland OR

[audetenterprise]

Why Tree Service Is Essential for Property Safety in Portland, Maine

Portland, Maine, is known for its beautiful, tree-lined streets and charming landscapes. However, in October 2017, a severe storm caused fallen trees across the city, damaging homes, cars, and power lines. Such incidents highlight the importance of tree service in Portland, Maine, for property safety and preventing potential hazards. 

Regular tree service is essential to protecting your property and the people around it. Let’s explore why professional tree care is vital and how you can take proactive steps to ensure the health and safety of your trees.

Dangers of Untrimmed Trees

If you own a home or property in Portland, properly maintaining your trees can prevent unexpected damage or expensive repairs. Neglected trees may seem harmless, but if untrimmed, they can pose significant threats.

Falling Branches and Debris

Strong winds and heavy snowfall, which are common in Portland, can cause dead or weakened branches to snap off. These falling limbs can cause severe damage to roofs, vehicles, and even power lines. Tree service in Portland, Maine, helps mitigate these risks by regularly removing weak or dead branches before they have a chance to fall.

Tree Disease and Pest Infestation

Unmaintained trees are more vulnerable to diseases like oak wilt, Dutch elm disease, or infestations from pests like emerald ash borers. Once a tree becomes infected, it can spread disease or pests to nearby healthy trees. Professional tree service not only keeps trees healthy but also prevents the spread of infestations.

Benefits of Regular Tree Service in Portland, Maine

Routine tree care isn’t just about preventing problems—it also comes with several benefits. These advantages can enhance the value and beauty of your property.

Improved Tree Health

Regular pruning is one of the most effective ways to maintain and improve the overall health of your trees. Pruning removes dead or diseased branches that sap energy from the tree, making it stronger and more resilient. Well-maintained trees are better equipped to survive these conditions, ensuring your property stays safe and beautiful year-round.

Enhanced Property Value

Aesthetic, healthy trees can make your yard more appealing, creating a welcoming environment for visitors or potential buyers. Research has shown that properties with mature, properly cared-for trees tend to sell faster and at a higher price. Regular tree service in Portland, Maine, ensures your trees remain an asset to your home rather than a liability.

Tree Service Regulations in Portland, Maine

Like many cities, Portland has local regulations governing tree care. For example, trimming trees that overhang streets or sidewalks may require a permit from the city. Additionally, diseased trees that pose a safety risk may need to be removed. Ignoring these rules can lead to fines or penalties, so hiring a professional tree removal service is essential. A knowledgeable arborist in Portland will understand the local regulations and ensure your tree maintenance is done legally.

Choosing the Right Tree Care Experts

Not all tree service providers are created equal. To ensure you get the best possible care for your trees, it’s important to select a qualified tree care company. Here’s what to look for:

Experience and Qualifications — Look for a company with certified arborists on staff who understand the specific tree species and challenges.

Insurance and Licensing — Tree work can be dangerous, so make sure the company you hire is fully insured and licensed. 

References and Reviews — Positive feedback and proven experience indicate that a company is trustworthy and skilled.

Pricing and Services — Some companies offer comprehensive packages that include tree trimming, stump removal, and emergency tree services, which may provide better value for money.

DIY Tree Pruning: Safety Tips

While many homeowners may consider DIY tree pruning to save a few dollars, it’s not always the safest option. For those who choose to handle smaller tree care tasks, it’s important to follow safety precautions. Always wear protective gear like gloves, helmets, and goggles to guard against falling debris.

Pruning large trees without property tools or expertise can be extremely dangerous. It’s highly recommended that you hire a professional tree service. Experts have the right tools and insurance to do the job efficiently. Whether you’re a property owner or a certified arborist, safety should always be a priority.

Here are three key safety tips to keep in mind:

Use the right tools for the job

Be mindful of your surroundings

Never climb trees without safety gear

Ensuring Property Safety with Professional Tree Service

Tree care is critical to property maintenance in a city like Portland, Maine, where the weather can be unpredictable. Regular pruning keeps trees healthy and enhances your property's aesthetic and financial value. Whether it's removing hazardous limbs or controlling pests and diseases, professional tree service in Portland, Maine, care can make a big difference. Audet Enterprises has years of experience and understands tree care in this region.

[thegrovetree]

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[mjayde187]

IDW Soundwave

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Soundwave x Reader

Summary: you bought a cassette player from a thrift store completely normal, what could go wrong

Words: 1068

Second Hand Shop

[Portland, Oregon, 2007]

"There see it's a classic." 

Two boys pushed against the window glass peeking inside the display of a bunch of retro electronics. A young boy in a blue shirt pointed to a blue cassette player from the 80s. "Classic? It's junk, pure and simple." The boy in the yellow shirt explained.

"But hey, go on waste your money if you to want to... I'm sticking with my I-pod!" The yellow shirt boy explains looking at the cassette player that been collecting dust for who knows how long until an elder hand picks it up. "What? Aw no way!" Says the blue shirt boy in disbelief.

The boys try to behind the display case into the shop to see where the cassette player went. Just only few moments later someone walks out of the shop carrying a plastic bag heading onto the sidewalk. "Hey dude! Wait!" The blue shirt boy called out and ran after them followed by his friend. "Hm?" They say turning to look at the kids.

"Are you the one who bought that cassette player? I'll buy it from you double for what you payed it for." The blue shirt boy says making you rise a brow at this. "Uhh I only payed five bucks for this kid, plus do you even have the cassettes for this?" You explained. "Well no- not yet but come on please! I'll mow your lawn for it." 

"Take it you're a collector but sorry kid no can do this is gift for my dad who's overseas right now." You explained making the boys stop then nodding to you in realized "ohhh okay sorry but thank for your service dude" The blue shirt boy says follow by his friend. "Yea thank you for your service." He said before they run off. You nod before continuing to walk.

own area into the more tree dense country side coming to your home. "Hey grandma I'm back!" She calls out opening the door to the small old house. You walk over to the kitchen seeing your grandmother washing some dishes then you set the plastic bag down on the table.

"Hey sweet pea how was your day? Get anything good?" The old woman smiles warmly. "Yup! Found this cool retro cassette player thought dad might like it. Maybe we can send to him in his next package?" You explain while showing her the blue player. "Oh I remember these, your daddy and uncle's use to share one. Huh this is probably older than you, I'm sure your daddy would like it." She smiles and hands the player back into your hands.

You smiled back and left the kitchen heading into her room. You sit on your bed emptying out the plastic bag out onto your bed the cassette player and few cassettes she bought. Picking up the cassette player you examine it. "Okay now... how do you work." you mumble in thought then pushes the top button opening the cassette compartment.

"Ah there we go. Okay let's see it works." You mumble placing a cassette into the compartment closing it then hitting the play button. It takes a second before playing an almost distorted version of the song making you turn it off. "Shit maybe i should have cleaned you first." You sigh before getting up and taking the cassette player with you.

"Hey imma be in grandpa's garage, I have to clean this." You call out before leaving out the back door. Opening the wooden door you walks over to the work desk setting the cassette player down. Taking out a small cleaning kit you start cleaning out the dust build up out of the small crevices. 

After finishing up cleaning it off making the cassette player look brand new you notice the purple symbol on the front. "Huh I don't know this brand must be some type of foreign brand."

[some time later]

In a small corner restaurant in a table booth sat three friends. Two of the friends were talking while the other friend, you silently ate your food in thought until one of your friends grab your attention. Looking up making eye contact with them. "Hey did ya ever get to send that old tape player to ya daddy?" they asked

You swallowed down her food and did a small head shake. "Um no... uh actually still have it with me." You explained taking the cassette player out your bag showing them. "What? Why? It's all you talk-" "with all the stuff happening on news lately they stop all military care packages until further notice." you explained placing the cassette player down on the table.

"That's so bullshit. I mean don't they those soldiers have families and stuff?" One friend complained folding their arms. "I know it just a a lot. The last time I talk to my dad he got called in to combat in the middle of the call. Things are really heating up right now if ask me." You say as you starts to fidget with the cassette player in thought.

"Everyone is doing their part out there who knows maybe the whole thing might blow over." A friend says shrugging before going back to eating changing the topic of the conversation. You continue to run your hands over the player still thought.

The small group of friends finish up their lunch and walk out the restaurant talking and laughing. As they walk you turn your head down the sidewalk of the complex seeing a recruitment station. "Uh I'll meet up with yall later Kay." You said before walking off. 

Walking up to the glass door you take a breath before opening the door and walking in.

"You'll need to take a physical and paper examination next ones will be in two weeks from now, make sure to bring identification then we'll send your results in the mail giving you further instructions any other questions?" The recruiter explains as he takes the paperwork you filled out. "Nope all good here." You answer putting the pen back. "Alright then see you in two weeks then."

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(edited to second person)

[rebeccathenaturalist]

Here's some good news that's close to home for me! Friends of Trees has been active for 36 years, planting a variety of trees around the Portland Metro region. This includes in disadvantaged neighborhoods that have less tree cover and so don't benefit from the cooling shade and aesthetic appeal that more tree-heavy neighborhoods enjoy. Their urban forestry program trains people from historically marginalized communities and helps them acquire jobs in the field.

There was significant upset a few years ago when the City of Portland's Bureau of Environmental Services abruptly ended their relationship with Friends of Trees after over a decade of working together. This partnership was responsible for many of the community tree plantings in neighborhoods. FoT is still active in the area, to include helping property owners acquire trees for their yards and land, but the community tree plantings facilitated by the BES partnership are on hiatus.

In spite of this, the millionth tree--a silverleaf oak (Quercus hyperleucoides)--was planted at the FoT headquarters. While it isn't native to the Pacific Northwest, being found in the American Southwest, it is considered to be a hardier alternative that will be better able to withstand the increasing heat waves and summer droughts Oregon has been experiencing in recent decades. This makes it a good choice to plant in areas of the city that are heavily paved over and therefore prone to even higher temperatures.

And Friends of Trees is already planning to plant the next million trees. Here's to their efforts to make Portland a greener, cooler place for everyone!

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this press release from the Center for Biological Diversity:

Conservation groups sued the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service today for denying protections to the imperiled North Oregon Coast population of red tree voles. The voles spend most of their lives in the upper branches of the Oregon Coast’s mature and old-growth forests.

The Service’s 2024 decision to deny life-saving Endangered Species Act protections to the North Oregon Coast population echoes a similar 2019 Trump administration denial, which also sparked a lawsuit. Those decisions were made despite studies showing that these red tree voles are threatened by habitat loss and fragmentation, largely due to logging and climate change-fueled wildfires.

“Red tree voles have graced Oregon’s coastal old-growth forests for thousands of years, but we could lose them forever if they don’t get Endangered Species Act protections soon,” said Ryan Shannon, a senior attorney in the Center for Biological Diversity’s endangered species program. “It’s time for the Fish and Wildlife Service to follow the science and do the right thing by stepping up for red tree voles.”

Red tree voles build their nests on complex branch and bole structures found in mature and old-growth forests. The North Coast is dominated by a combination of private industrial timberlands and the Tillamook and Clatsop state forests. Decades of rapacious clearcut logging, as well as a series of historic fires known as the Tillamook Burn, have eliminated most of the area’s old forests along with the red tree voles that once called them home. Red tree voles are an essential species in the last remaining old-growth and mature coastal forests in Oregon and protecting them is necessary for ecosystem recovery.

“Red tree voles are a key prey of the threatened northern spotted owl whose population is plummeting,” says Joe Liebezeit, statewide conservation director for Bird Alliance of Oregon. “We need to step up protection of voles to ensure the integrity of forest ecosystem as a whole — including the food web which so much wildlife depends on.”

Remaining North Coast voles are concentrated on federal public lands administered by the U.S. Forest Service and U.S. Bureau of Land Management. Although the Northwest Forest Plan helps protect these remaining small and isolated populations, the long-term survival of the voles depends on improving state and private land forest management and connecting fragmented and isolated red tree vole populations.

[fromthedust]

John Margolies (American, 1940-2016)

John Samuel Margolies was an architectural critic, photographer, and author who was noted for celebrating vernacular and novelty architecture in the United States, particularly those designed as roadside attractions. For almost forty years, he documented the most remarkable examples he found, publishing some of his discoveries in books and consigning the rest to an archive, which has now been purchased by the Library of Congress who, in a wonderfully gracious move, have lifted all copyright restrictions on the photographs. (see link below)

Gatorland Zoo alligator statue - Route 1, St. Augustine, Florida - 1979

Deschwanden's Shoe Repair (The Big Shoe) - 10th & Chester, Bakersfield, California - 1977

Wigwam Village #2 - office teepee and several teepee cabins - Route 31W, Cave City, Kentucky - 1979

Wigwam Village #6 - Route 66, Holbrook, Arizona - 1979

Jantzen sign - Stamie's Beachwear - Ocean Avenue, Daytona Beach, Florida - 1990

7-Up Bottling Company (two views) - NE 14 & Sandy Boulevard, Portland, Oregon - 1980

Coca Cola Bottling Company (two views) - 14th & Central Avenue, Los Angeles, California - 1977

Coca Cola Bottling Company (detail view of door) - 14th & Central Avenue, Los Angeles, California - 1977

It'll Do Motel (office) - Jonesborough, Tennessee - 1987

Joy Theater marquee - San Antonio, Texas - 1982

White Castle - Reading Road, Cincinnati, Ohio - 1980

Mammy's Cupboard (two views) - Route 61, Natchez, Mississippi - 1979

Dependable Used Cars sign - Division Street, Grand Rapids, Michigan - 1982

Stan The Tire Man statue - Broadway, Mount Vernon, Illinois - 1988

Bomber gas station - Route 99 E., Milwaukie, Oregon - 1980

World's Largest Redwood Tree Service Station (1936) - Route 101, Ukiah, California - 1991

Peach water tower - Frontage Road, Gaffney, South Carolina - 1988

Christie's Restaurant sign (cowboy shrimp) - Houston, Texas - 1983

Roadside flamingo statue - Frog City, Route 41, Florida - 1980

www.publicdomainreview.org/collection/john-margolies-photographs-of-roadside-america/

addendum: seen (not photographed) in a 2007 trip to Garibaldi/Nehalem/Manzanita Oregon — The Wheeler Inn with a wheelbarrow on the roof with a clothed female mannequin loaded into it . . .

[aliolly]

INTO THE WOODS° (3)

PART THREE

Emmett Cullen x gender neutral reader

Hoping to mend their fractured marriage and find solace in one another after walking on egg shells for years- your parents up and move you to forks with a declining population that gets smaller by the minute- only one mall, one grocery store, one everything- life had already thrown curveballs in your direction but this seemed like the final blow- you didn’t know how you’d manage in a small town like this, with seemingly nothing to do, except to listen to the sound of your parents relationship shatter even more.

But despite your efforts to mend and seer the same thoughts in your head that this was the biggest mistake they’d made- and that you’d never be happy in a place like this- it all changes, but ultimately, it all started with the boy in the woods.

TW: blood, neglectful parents,sore subjects such as mentions of a family member dying and abortions. Reader might come off as annoying? She’s surrounded by dysfunction so bare with her please.

The moving truck never came

It got lost on the mapping route from Portland to Forks due to the variety of trees all looking the same and the trails leading them further and further away. You can’t say you were upset about it, in fact, it made the rest of your day and a little of your night when you saw how your mother reacted when they got the call.

She spiraled- and you can still she’s still spiraling. That night, with the three of you sitting on the floor tucked up against the wall, eating take out and just staring at the emptiness. Your mother still mumbling under her breath about the unfairly outcome that occurred to them earlier that morning- wishing they had service so she could call and spew out the words burning on the tip of her tongue-but with zero bars, no electricity, and no running water- to your surprise!!, she kept her words to herself.

Your dog sat perched on your lap halfway, their upper body resting comfortably on your crossed legs and their bottom half tucked as if they were searching for warmth in the overall chilly house. You couldn’t blame them, because somehow you found yourself cuddled beside your dad with your arms tucked to your chest underneath your jacket-itching to find the same warmth your dog managed to obtain but finding less and less. The cold overweighed the warmth and what you were trying to search for wasn’t there because your body had already turned to what felt like icicles.

Even when the sun arose and the moon disappeared- the weather hadn’t changed despite the sun melting away the cold night air from last night. The birds chirped from even before the sun arose and that’s what woke you up- hearing the chirping through the silence and your parents arguing in the kitchen about the delay in their things- the moving company still hadn’t came through with newer information regarding their belongings, and on the website their screen just shows “still in progress” which goes to speak for itself that the company themselves are unsure and void of any information, however, your mother, as always, took them not informing her, to heart and got upset.

You think when you woke up, it was around the same time when the argument had already been deeply seeded, and was just brewing in patience with the scolding water already seeping over the edge. And not even five minutes after you had gotten up- the conversation between them shifted drastically and one by one, no, both together, collectively, and quiet loudly, broke out into a “disagreement”

Dark shade of red clouding their surrounding area but themselves, they hadn’t even noticed that you were awake. But neither did they hear the front door open or see your figure slipping out through the crack and closing it behind you.

Closing the door didn’t drown out the noise from inside, but it did distance the sound, which quite frankly was a small victory for you in any situation.

You walked the path to the sidewalk and looked both ways, you were trying to figure out if you wanted to go for a walk seeing as how cool it feels now that the sun is out and shining. But you didn’t know the area, only being here for less then 24 hours- you’d get stuck somewhere and not know where you came from, and with no cell service on your phone, calling your parents would be a no brainer but you weren’t sure if you did have service- that you’d call them anyway.

You sigh and just opt to sitting on the curb. Stuffing your hands in your pockets and stepping down before squatting to a sit- you reckon it’d be a few hours before your parents realize you’re gone and a few hours after that before they start looking. Which in hindsight gave you enough time to sit and ponder in the silence graciously given to you by the early morning day. Birds still chirped, yeah, but that only added to the ambiance surrounding you, filling your head with nothing but short lived peace and quiet you’re sure to bask in before it’s over.

You liked to watch the trees, you liked how they moved and the sound they’d make when they did- with all the leafs clashing gently together, colliding and dancing through the gust of wind that glided past them. It was beautiful enough for you to forget about everything else, even if it was just for a second- a second can last a lifetime, and as so, a second is all you needed with what’s going on in your life- you couldn’t even chalk it up to being a bump in the road, this felt more like potholes on the street, scattered everywhere, unavoidable and unfortunately damageable.

You were always told by your grandfather to try and see the good in sudden situations or certain circumstances in which your thrown off track- and for the most part since he told you, you’d try and see the good in everything- and for the most part in that moment, you thanked your grandfather silently, because without his word of wisdom you wouldn’t have befriended Ian- but trying to see the good in a change as big as this, seemed nearly impossible, especially when your parents treated it as otherwise- a burden, a mistake, be what they may think- they came here to fix a broken marriage and instead only seems to be breaking it even more.

Even back home they didn’t argue this much.if they thought a new scene would help then evidently so, they were mistaken.

You try not to burden yourself to think about their rocky situation and instead focus on your own (not so rocky) situation. As far as you knew, school didnt start for another few days, which puts you at a questionable start of a first day when the moving truck still hadn’t arrived at the time it said it would- but you held onto hope that Miraculously it’d show up with all your belongings. And if not? Then you guess you’d skip until your things got there.

It wasn’t necessarily seen as a big deal, you graduate this year and boy were you counting down the days until you were able to walk down that stage and collect your diploma. Though even with that excitement bubbling, you’d still be living with your parents until you had enough money saved up to move out on your own- but you thought that with enough looking, and a one set mind- you’d be out in no time.

It helped to think about your future away from your parents- does that sound mean? You couldn’t tell, but then again you probably couldn’t tell because you didn’t care enough to.

Absently, you looked up from your lap- not noticing when you had looked down in the first place. Staring at the trees across the street from you where they seem to hover closely around the house that looked just like the one you moved into but, livelier. They must be a happy family, they have to be, right? Kids toys littered the yard and bicycles with training wheels parked up against the side of the porch, chalk on the sidewalk- they had to be- you never had the privilege of experiencing those things because your parents were always to busy. So whoever parents these kids must love them enough to buy them things that makes them happy…..right?

Your body jerks in surprise, a loud honk ringing through your ears- you glance over and immediately spot a cop car parked right up to the curb little ways down from your own house- a man got out, his attire in blue and black with a slightly bushy mustache. He leans against the door of the car and patiently waits for someone- when your eyes shift you catch a glimpse of a red truck, it looked a little busted and surviving purely off of sheer luck- but it still looked nice, busted and all. But just then, a girl walks out and at first all you see is dark brown hair before she fully emerges and you catch a glimpse of her pale skin.

You think of her to be somewhere around your age- well, no, you’re hoping for her to be somewhere around your age, for further chances of making at least one friend around here.

She stands by the man, both seemingly in a light conversation with one another before he walks back to his own car and gets in. Leaving the girl to stand there only for a few seconds, weighing from one foot to the other with her eyes on the man in the car before moving to the red truck with a shake to her head and an exaggerated sigh that even you could hear.

You look away quickly to avoid any suspension that you were watching, idly toying with the hem of your baby blue jacket and pulling at the string that was longer than the other. You heard the car start and slowly drive past before it made a sudden halt- it was then when you looked up. The cop car had stopped two steps past you, and the unknown man inside got out after a few seconds- his gaze instantly on you with a warming smile so wide it reached his eyes- Deep inside your stomach couldn’t help but flutter, not in a where your feelings are romantically, but more so in a way you wished your own dad looked at you sometimes- just full of love, which is insane, you don’t even know who this man is.

“You alright?” You snap out of it. “Saw you sitting on the curbside and just wanted to make sure you were alright. You waiting for someone?”

He sounded concerned for a kid that wasn’t even his own, and that thought alone made you feel differently. You quickly mask the way your eyes seem to have lightened and nod your head “im okay, I actually live here, I just needed some fresh air”

His eyes slightly widen in realization as if that sudden piece of information found its way back to him and reminded him. “You’re the new family that moved here?” You nodded. “Well I’ll be. Welcome to forks, and the neighborhood. Im Charlie” he stuck his hand out, and you hesitated. But seconds later you realized how awkward it’d be if you didn’t take his hand so you did. You shook his hand and told him what your name was. “Y/N”

“Me and my daughter lives just down there so, if you need anything don’t be afraid to stop by and ask. My doors always open” you felt your lips curl into a smile, surprising yourself even when you nodded your head. “Thank you, I will” Charlie walked back to his car, waving and soon getting back in where he drove off down the street.

Charlie, a sweet name- which made sense because he seemed like a sweet guy.

Feeling as though you’ve been outside long enough, you stand up from the curb and trail back towards the front door of your house, sneaking back in and closing with a low huff before turning the lock. You walk past the staircase and peak around the corner in attempt to see where your parents were in the house- and low and behold, they were still “talking” in the dining room where you had left them over an hour ago. Not even trying to hide the fact that you were outside, you slid your shoes off and walked past the dining room for the living room where a few blankets from the car lied on the hardwood floor,making it somewhat comfortable to lay on.

You sat down up against the wall and reached your hand out to pet your dog who’s body was curled into a ball underneath a thin blanket-supposedly sleeping soundly, you didn’t know, if they were anything like you when it came to sleeping- they probably woke up a few times from the arguing but just didn’t move.

Leaning your head back, your mind replays the short and brief but nice conversation with Charlie. He was nice, you thought to yourself. Smiling a little at the way he sounded concerned for your well-being when your own parents didn’t even notice you were gone.

You sigh again, but this time it didn’t hold any negative feeling behind it.

[morlock-holmes]

Just a little bit of personal anecdote regarding dollar stores: I mostly shop at them, including groceries (I have a middle class salary). Since I live by myself, despite per-unit price being supposedly worse, I don't want to buy the minimum amount from a normal grocery store, as it will go bad before I finish eating all of it. My total purchasing costs are still lower by doing this.

Also, the dollar stores in California sell fresh produce (and at significantly better prices than normal grocery stores). The few times I don't get my stuff from there, I go to either an Asian market or the farmer's market instead.

It appears that Aldi is in the same niche in other states.

Part of my confusion may be pure parochialism; Dollar Tree is the only dollar store operating widely in Portland, and their food offerings are limited to frozen and/or shelf stable food, in fairly limited selection.

Dollar Tree from what I've read are kind of the odd ones out, I seem to recall Dollar General having significantly higher price markups.

I guess just, like, if a store has worse prices, selection, and customer service than competitors than it seems like weird that they can somehow effortlessly outcompete any other operator. Usually in a case like that there's anti-competitive practices going on behind the scenes.

[govpubsfinds]

Forests for the Future: Growing New Forests in the Pacific Northwest

United States. Forest Service. Pacific Northwest Region. (1983). Forests for the future: growing new forests in the Pacific Northwest. [Portland Or.?]: U.S. Dept. of Agriculture, Forest Service, Pacific Northwest Region.

Full text available via UW Libraries

Full text available via HathiTrust

This document from the United States Department of Agriculture and the United States Forest Service describes the process of sustaining public and private forests. Selected pages of this document are the cover page and a page illustrating portions of a forest in the different stages of reforestation.

"We know now that human intervention in the cycle of growth makes a lot of difference in the number of trees that thrive in our forests... Records of successes and failures are analyzed by foresters to improve reforestation methods. With this information, newly planted forests stand a better chance of surviving."

[nightowlwoman]

My Thoughts on a Spring Snowstorm in Maine.

In case anyone was wondering where I've been the past few days -- Maine (where I live) was hit by a massive Spring Snowstorm that started late in the evening of Wednesday, April 3rd, and continued until mid-day on Friday, April 5th. In our area - somewhat northwest of Portland - the accumulation of heavy, wet snow amounted to 12" to 15".

We lost the power (along with some 300,000 other households) some time in the early hours of Thursday, April 4th. Repair crews made it to our street this morning and electricity was restored to us by 10:30 a.m. After a bit less than 3 days managing without electricity, heat, running water, a functioning septic system, hot coffee and, of course, internet service and other modern amenities -- my husband and I were very, very happy to be returned to the 21st century!

However, I have been reminded, once again, of all the people in this world of ours who are struggling to live without what we consider the basic necessities of life - much less the modern amenities and comforts we are so fortunate to enjoy. My husband and I had food to eat that didn't need cooking (PB&J, bread, cheese, muffins & raisin bran cereal), bottles of clean water, flashlights and candles and extra matches and batteries. We had plenty of warm clothes for layering and extra blankets for warmth when we went to bed. We had a sturdy roof over our heads and felt safe in our dark and quiet neighborhood. Most importantly, we had the knowledge that there were people working out in the storm to fix things and the absolute certainty that in a few days, at most, things would be returning to normal! How awful it is to know that so many people in our world today have none of these things and, tragically, little to no hope of their lives returning to the normal they once knew. Solutions are neither easy nor simple - what is necessary is good will, kindness and generosity of spirit and action from most of us - not just some of us. I persist in clinging to the belief that while there is life, there is hope - but sometimes the world makes it very hard to continue to believe.

The worst thing about this last hurrah of Winter given to us as a slightly tardy April Fool's gift by Mother Nature is the terrible damage done to the trees and shrubs and plants - all budded and waiting for Spring warmth to open - to leaf and flower. My neighborhood is filled with giant pine trees - very old and straight and tall. The ground is now covered with their branches, from small to huge. The maples and oaks and birches fared little better. When the snow finally melts, the sound of many people and their chainsaws clearing it all will fill the air. From my kitchen window, I can see a huge pine now missing its top half - snapped like a matchstick! Amazingly, it didn't fall on the house that sits near it. I don't think the tree can survive that damage, but it will require a crew of professionals to safely take down what remains.

The smaller plantings also were heavily damaged. A row of small-leaf rhododendrons that we planted nearly 40 years ago - that have survived countless snow and ice storms over the years - are lying bent to the ground by the weight of the snow. Far too many of their branches are snapped and broken away - it remains to be seen what may survive of them and be salvageable. I and countless pollinators and hummingbirds will miss their sweet, pink beauty this Spring!

A lilac varietal that we planted over ten years ago looks to have lost almost all its branches. We had been told it was a "miniature" variety that would stay small, so we planted it in front of our walkway porch. This lilac ignored its label and embraced growth with an enthusiastic abandon - reaching the porch roof, aiming for the sky and the sun. I resisted trimming it back - even as it obscured the view and overhung the railing onto the walkway, because it's purple flowers were so abundant, so fragrant and so beautiful - well, I just couldn't bring myself to limit its zest for life! It blossomed after the rhododendrons, when the weather was warmer and the windows were open, and its fragrance filled the whole house. I shall miss everything about that lilac that is still so young and hope that enough of it survives to eventually grow and blossom again.

Our single broad-leaf rhododendron, thankfully, seems to have weathered this storm with minimal damage. It has not been so lucky multiple times over the last nearly 40 years! It is battered and yet unbowed! I am hopeful that we will be able to enjoy its bouquet-sized blossoms this Spring!

I haven't had the chance yet to assess the damage to various lilacs and forsythia - the snow needs to melt and time will tell. The "grande old dame" of our lilacs, however, took some heavy wounds - not for the first time, either. This lilac has very fragrant and abundant white blossoms and was growing here before we built our house. It has lost major branches, been split in half in a massive ice storm - but it is a survivor and has always healed and continued to grow and blossom - even as it has assumed a different shape and silouette each time. It looks like it may lose about one-third of itself this time, but it's too soon to tell. Some major branches are snapped right off and many more are flat to the ground and trapped in the snow. As I watched it today, one long branch that was held by a lighter layer of snow seemed to break free and flung itself skyward and managed to stay upright on its own - a hopeful sign! When it is completely freed, we will lend it some support where necessary, perhaps do a little trimming and I trust it will heal itself and we will all get used to the new iteration of its appearance.

There has been a lot going on for me and my husband and family throughout 2023 and so far in 2024 - with no end in sight. Multiple crises, small and large, have been overwhelming at times and have occupied much of my mind and my time. These last few days, however, have had a narrow and more simple focus. The problems weren't really personal, because they were shared by so many. I went to bed early because my old eyes don't do well by candlelight and because it was warmer under a stack of blankets! I slept long and well and recharged my old battery. I had no control over events and, thus, no need to fret or feel responsible for it. Considering that I am a world-class fretter and worrier - that was a novel experience for me! Most of all, I had some very quiet time to think and just be.

I have experienced many difficult and painful things over the years and continue to do so, but if I've learned one thing in my 72 years, it is that things can always be worse! My experience of this storm certainly could have been much worse. Except for my dismay over damage caused by the storm - and Nature will eventually heal and be restored (with a little help from us) - looking at the last few days honestly - they weren't really all that bad at all! That being said - I am totally ready for the snow to melt and for Spring to finally arrive!

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Hiking Journal: The West Coast Trail

Day V: Crabshack Blues

September 1

Cribs Creek to Tsusiat Falls

The new month, not that such things had any meaning on the Trail, dawned in a thick fog. We couldn’t even see the Cribs rising at the shore as we packed up the tents. The trees were painted in a gentle newly faded palette, though the myriad flotsam bouys still coloured every branch around the campsite.

When we clambered up onto the rock to trek along the Cribs, leaping sea lions appeared like sleek silver ghosts arcing through the waves.

Please appreciate this video because it took like twenty minutes to upload. And, you know, four days of hiking to shoot, but that’s further in the past right now. The buffering is present.

The first starfish!

The morning trail passed through many small pockets of Ditidaht land. Past the cute cabins of Clo-ose village, along a hard climb, an old sewing machine rusts beside the trail.

Boardwalks and bridges are wonderfully maintained and easy to walk here, or should be, but I guess the sum of kilometres was beginning to wear on me. I faded quickly here, needing what seemed like an embarrassing volume of snacks and rest to maintain the energy to walk. It was a relief to at last see the waters of Nitinaht Narrows.

This tidal connection of lake to sea is more or less the halfway point of the West Coast Trail. A ferry bridges the gap as well as taking people in and out of the village of Nitinaht an hour’s putter inland up the lake if they only wanted to trek half of the route. I would have been tempted, but that was a decision to make after I was full of crabmeat.

The ferry dock also serves the freshest, best, least freeze-dried meals on the whole Trail. A freshwater giant Dungeness crab, the only ones in the world, fished out of the lake within the hour of service, will set a trekker back eighty-five dollars, but when else will you have a meal like this? Money isn’t a real concept on the Trail anyway. We got salmon, too.

While we waited on our order, “Hippie Doug,” who’s been the ferryman for almost fifty years, showed us his photos.

Our table at the crabshack was like a reunion of our northbound group. F—— and S——- were there, along with C—— and another of her fellow Regina nurses whose name I can’t remember and it doesn’t matter since I’m censoring them like a nineteenth-century novel anyway. The “Sema Four” had come up from Portland. Apparently one of the couples was trying to teach the semaphore alphabet to the other. The Sema Four were staying at the crabshack tonight along with the nurses. It sounded like it would be a good party. Sure, it was forty dollars per tent and the tents would be crammed in side by side on the porch; on the other hand, it was another hard, muddy, inland seven kilometres to the next campsite at Tsusiat Falls.

And that's how the drama began.

Mom didn't want to carry on, but wouldn't insist on it. Dad didn't want to spend eighty bucks on a likely sleepless night. A few scattered words went back and forth, but to no avail. Eventually, newly full of crab energy (at least I was,) we shouldered packs and moved on.

The ferry ride across the channel was nice. Hippie Doug pointed out the fleeing hind legs and tail of a river otter disappearing up the north bank into the bush.

But north of the bank the vibes quickly turned rancid. Mom marched ahead without waiting, checking, or stopping, a passive agressive (though not especially passive) sort of expression of an easily parsable sentiment: you wanted to go, so we’re going, and that means going ceaselessly forward without help or advice or patience, not even where bridges are entirely collapsed down treacherous slopes. No waiting to stick together even to put gaiters on before plowing forth past shin-deep mud patches. When we caught up, it was to disparaging remarks about our speed, and we trudged on in terse bitter silence. I desperately wanted to make peace, but it was hard to find neutral ground. We needed time, but time the way we were going was just making everyone more exhausted.

I managed a few good words of accord before the return to the beach, four gruelling inland kilometres past the crabshack. It was still a long misty beach trek to Tsusiat. Somewhere there, though, we passed the flip of the two sided map. Whatever happened now, and however impossible the first few days had seemed, it was beyond any doubt or question now that we were in the latter half in the trek, going out. From here on or likely earlier, every step no longer took us deeper into the wild, but took us closer to the comforts of the grid.

Some writing says that the “Hole in the Rock” is the most iconic view on the Trail. I don’t know how it ranks personally — it’s not visible from very far away, compared to the wide arc of Carmanah or the slope of the Cribs — but it’s a cool spot for sure. The tide was too high to pass through the south-side surge channel and climb or circle around to the hole, but we could double back from the north and stand beneath the natural arch, nearly lapped by water on either side.

It was a joy to see the coloured tents of Tsusiat down the beach. This is a beautiful campsite tucked below towering sandstone cliffs. Water is collected for dinner boiling beneath a grand waterfall.

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Cw death, cw parent death

I woke up to a few text messages from my grandmother, my sister, and my great aunt. My mom died sometime this morning. She has congestive heart failure and was on oxygen. She died as an ambulance was on the way for her, as she said she couldn't breathe. I called my sister and she explained all of this to me. My husband couldn't take the day off, because his job needs more than an hours notice of absence. He fetched my package that contained my cane that was delivered at 8am this morning. He had to leave, and kissed me goodbye. I got up because I couldn't sleep anymore, and went to make breakfast after making sure my cane was a good height. I watched an episode of John Oliver, but I couldn't tell you what it was about. I message my discord friends about what's happened and they're so very supportive and kind. I'm so grateful for them. Carefully, I filled a backpack of what I need going upstairs, so water bottle, ice pack, some pop tarts in case I get hungry, and a little energy drink. I get upstairs using my new cane and I think it's going well. I sit down and open Netflix and watch a doc series about Ashley Madison that I don't care about as I play Lost Ark. My aunt messaged me and asks to meet up because they're over at my mom's apartment to look after her dogs. I say I'd love to but I'm waiting on a delivery for a leg splint because I fell down the stairs. They say okay and to let them know. My cousin who lives in Portland messages me on Facebook and is a little passive aggressive about me not answering her last message sent in 2012 when I was barely 18. But regardless she says she loves me and says she'll be here for whatever I need.

I do want to go to my mom's apartment but I'm worried about my leg. I know my mom wanted her ashes spread over the big tree at Riverbend, and idk if we can make that trip during the height of summer vacations. I don't know what I'll say at whatever service we have. I don't want to say anything. She was a terrible burden to the entire family, but at least I'm glad she did not take her own life as I was always afraid of. She never acted like she wanted to live. She was incredibly self destructive and acted like she didn't have a care in the world. The most selfish person I knew, save for my ex best friend. I always wondered when she would die, because researching her condition always said Maybe 2 months, maybe 5, but who knows. So apparently it really was that bad.

She mentioned her doctor didn't want to see her for at least 6 months. I wonder if they'll be feeling guilty now. I don't blame them. I'm not mad at anyone, not even my mom. I'm still trying to process this. I hope my leg doesn't get worse.

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Mariani Premier Group expands into Pacific Northwest with Oregon acquisition

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As the crew advances, Oregon fillings approach Megafire status Firefighters in central Oregon made great strides in the fight against the enormous flames that caused evacuation and emergency, torn apart a strip of rugged land, destroying four homes and threatening hundreds of other buildings. This year, Cram Fire, the country’s biggest wildfire, is burning 150 square miles of land, an area larger than the size of Las Vegas. The flames began on July 13th, and after burning out for several days, it suffered explosive growth fueled by strong winds, high temperatures and low humidity. The containment was 73% late on Sunday, July 20th. The fire caught near Willowdale, a densely populated area about 133 miles southeast of Portland, swept the area’s grasslands and pastures, firefighters said. The cause of the flames is unknown and remains under investigation, officials said. Once Cram’s fire grows over 4,200 acres, you reach what is known as Megafire status. That means burning over 100,000 acres of land. Evacuation orders and warnings remain in at least three counties, including Jefferson, Wasco and Crook counties, according to fire information in central Oregon. In a statement on July 20, firefighters said they expected “moderate fire behavior” when cool weather, potential rain and high humidity. Some officials at the Cram Fire will be released, officials say Oregon firefighters are being supported by increasingly cool and humid weather, and are expected to last for the next few days. Over 930 firefighters responded to the flames and worked to stop the rapid spread. On July 20th, crews crossed a sturdy terrain to use dozers to carve the containment line. They recently focused on the southern edge of the flame and thinned the juniper tree along the fire line to reduce potential fuel. According to fire information in Central Oregon, some staff brought in to protect homes, businesses and other structures will be released to help increase containment and cool weather remain. “The rest of the staff will continue to work around the structures to eliminate hot spots and ensure a prolonged threat to the home,” the fire agency said. Wildfires are burning in the west The Cram Fire was the largest wildfire in the country, but it was far from the only wide strip of fire. In northern Arizona, wildfires burning in or near the Grand Canyon North Rim are burning more than 70,000 acres of wildlife. The white fire, which destroyed parts of the park and consumed historic sheds and dozens of other buildings, was 12,645 acres and 8% containment as of July 20th. In western Colorado, a series of wildfire crews made profits over the weekend, setting fire lines and increasing the percentage of containment. The largest wildfire, Deer Creek fire, consumed 16,340 acres of land in Colorado and Utah, with 22% containment. Active Red Flag Warning in Nevada, Wyoming The National Weather Service issued a Red Flag warning in Nevada and Wyoming on Monday, July 21st, as meteorologists anticipate “severe fire weather.” Weather warnings urge residents to avoid activities that could cause fires, such as garden work, target shooting, outdoor cigarette disposal, and campfires. “A red flag warning means that serious fire weather conditions are currently occurring or are coming soon,” read the warning from the Elko, Nevada Weather Service. “The combination of strong winds, low relative humidity value and warm temperatures can contribute to extreme fire behavior.” The post As the crew advances, Oregon fillings approach Megafire status appeared first on US-NEA. Tags and categories: USA via WordPress https://ift.tt/IVCiNuz July 21, 2025 at 03:38PM

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Mayor Baxter Woods

Explore Mayor Baxter Woods: Portland’s Historic Urban Forest

Location: Portland, Maine

Mayor Baxter Woods is a 29-acre nature reserve and municipal forest in Portland's Deering Center neighborhood. It is nestled between Stevens Avenue and Forest Avenue and remains the largest undisturbed forested area in the city (Wikipedia).

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The land originally belonged to Congressman Francis Ormand Jonathan Smith and included his Forest Home estate, built in 1836.

In 1882, it was purchased by James Phinney Baxter—a six-term mayor of Portland—and remained undeveloped due to his vision for green space.

His son, Governor Percival P. Baxter, donated the land to the city in April 1946 “to be used… as a Municipal Forest and Park and for public recreation and educational purposes”.

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Trail Network: A main loop of about 0.8–0.9 miles, suitable for walking, jogging, or biking.

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Accessible Paths: Many trails are flat and wheelchair-friendly, with picnic areas and a small pond.

Nearby Connections: Trails link to Evergreen Cemetery and the scenic Baxter Boulevard loop around Back Cove.

Just a short drive away, this historical landmark in Portland, Maine is a must-visit.

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