#Tree Pruning Long Island

[untolduttering]

Good Boy

Part two to this one, but can be read as a standalone

Summary: You find out about Sanji stealing your underwear and decide to confront him and do something fun about it.

Tags: female!reader x Sanji, nsfw, oral (female receiving), fingering, face grinding, grinding, small mention of blood

Word Count: 3.2k

You weren’t a complete idiot.

Sure, small garments such as socks did go missing. Underwear, too, could slip through the cracks. You didn’t really pay attention to your dirty laundry, but you sure did notice when a pair of underwear you had worn showed back up, clean, in your drawer. Especially when you hadn’t done any laundry.

And when it followed a routine? Put back carefully folded, the love put into the action almost radiating from the drawer?

You knew from the start, really. When Sanji would use that first day at a new island to stay with the ship. You were in a shop that overlooked the docks when you saw him and his overeager little self enter the women’s quarters, and leave with a heavily flushed face and a bounce in his step.

His idea worked quite well at first. If you hadn’t seen him sneaking in, you might’ve stayed blissfully ignorant for a little while longer. For him to pick the first day, when you were too excited to be on land to really pay much attention to the mundane routines, and the laundry day that typically followed after, was a good example of his strategic thinking.

If only he wasn’t a known pervert. If only he had any control over his desires. It seemed that once he started, he couldn’t stop, and couldn’t help to take more. The silly, horny boy. He really was so needy.

You didn’t mind, though. You’d become quite smitten with the cook in your time with the crew. You didn’t think he’d return any desire you’d had for him, until you realized that he’d stopped taking Nami’s and Robin’s underwear. Nami had been quite vocal with her complaints, and once you’d noticed that she’d stopped, you’d asked about it. And she confirmed, in her need to keep a sharp eye and rigid check of her underwear drawer, that they remained the same. Robin’s was a swift answer, amusement clearly there at Sanji’s behavior, but he had stopped rooting through her things as well.

So you let it continue, and sometimes even indulged in making it better for him. Every once in a while, you’d wear the same pair of underwear for two days. It wasn’t something you did often, as you preferred to be clean, and wearing a pair for so long wasn’t always all too pleasant, but you noticed that when you did that, the pair was gone for longer. The acknowledgment of your efforts was much more rewarding than it should have been.

And when your own longing for him grew to be unbearable, your self-consciousness being overridden by your need to have him, you had to figure out how to tell him. You thought of all the different ways you’d wanted to confess to him, making it as romantic as possible. But now, with this new ammunition, you wanted to have a little fun with it. You were thinking of making it a little more sexual. And that thought grew.

Now, you had an idea. And the first step required waiting for the next island, for that first day, and hoping that Sanji would volunteer as usual.

It was midday when Brook yelled out that he’d spotted land. You were helping Nami prune her tangerine trees, enjoying the sun warming your skin. The call made your stomach flip and caused a different sort of excitement than it usually did.

Nami predicted that you would all arrive by nightfall, and the crew decided to sleep on the ship and venture out tomorrow morning. You were suddenly thankful that you decided to wear your pale peach panties with a lettuce ruffle along the edges, and a cute little bow at the top of the waistband.

Come morning, Sanji offered to stay with the ship during breakfast. You had to fight off the stupid grin that wanted to spread across your face when you heard it.

“I wanna see what sort of stores they have,” Nami chirped.

“I think that’d be nice to do, too,” you offered.

Immediately, Sanji swooned and started fawning and crooning, “Oh my lovely, lovely ladies, out on the town, stripping down and dressing up!” He had his hands clasped and pressed to his face as he spun around, hearts in his eyes.

You giggled as Nami dragged you away from the table, ready to go out. The rest of the crew did similarly as they all decided what they were going to do with their day. You let her drag you off the ship and into town, and followed her through one store, commenting on everything she tried on. It wasn’t until you were on your way to the next store that you paused.

“Ah! Nami, I’ve forgotten my money on the ship. I’ll be right back,” you told her. You turned and left before she could offer to pay, adding to whatever debt you had to her with another added interest.

The ship was finally empty and you headed straight for the women's quarters. As quietly as you could, you pushed open the door and snuck in.

Sanji was standing there, the pair from yesterday pressed to his face. He was licking at the fabric, dragging his tongue across before sucking on it. A moan spilled out of his mouth as he did, and it was all somehow both equal parts lewd and cute.

You let the door click as you shut it behind you, causing Sanji to jump and spin around. His face flushed a deep red as he sputtered. He shoved the panties behind his back, as though hoping you hadn’t seen anything at all.

“Enjoying yourself?” you asked.

“Y/n-san! I— I was just… thinking of how nice it would be to clean for you ladies in here!” Sanji let out a nervous laugh.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hummed. You reached out and grabbed the arm he was trying to hide, and slowly guided it forward. He let you, unable to do anything that might seem like resistance to you. You dragged your fingertips down the length of his arm until you reached his hand to take the panties from his grasp.

“They were on the floor.” His gaze refused to meet yours. “I was just putting them back.”

“Right…” you unfurled them and held them up between you. “I know you’ve been taking them.”

Sanji opened his mouth to defend himself again but you cut him off. “But I don’t mind. I, uh, quite like it, actually.” His eyes widened in surprise. “It’s been very sweet of you to clean and return them, too, ever the gentleman. But you’ve been taking without asking, and I thought I should do something about that.”

You could hear his swallow. “Like what?” he asked.

Now it was your turn to get nervous. It was a bold move, one you wanted to work desperately. You dropped your hands, keeping your underwear gripped in one as you stepped forward and grabbed the front of his coat. “I want you to strip down.”

Sanji’s jaw dropped, clearly not expecting the request, your forwardness, your hands on his front. He was frozen by it.

“Please?” you added.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, breathless, his lapse broken by your plea. His hands immediately began to loosen his tie while you unbuttoned his coat. Piece by piece, you both peeled all of his clothes off. Once they were piled onto the floor, you took a step back just to admire.

He cut a lean figure. He did not have very large muscles, but what he did have was well defined. His legs were the most toned, and little faint scars crisscrossed along the skin. It was clear that he took care to keep himself as well groomed as he did clean. The hair on his chest was kept trimmed, and so was the line that followed down to his happy trail, all the way down to his pubes. You felt the heat that was coursing through you burn hottest when you stared at his cock. It was pretty. Long, but not all that girthy, and that rosy tip sitting tall from his hardness. It was also clear that the attention was making him nervous, as his hands shifted, not knowing where to place themselves.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed out, completely in awe. You couldn’t believe he’d even waste his time on your underwear, when he looked like that.

Sanji’s cheeks got even redder somehow, as he deflected the compliment, “You must have mistaken me for a mirror, mon amour, when your own beauty outshines all.”

And that personality, so ready to serve and make others feel good, all above his own needs. You felt your heart swell with fondness, and it ached a little at how he couldn’t see how wonderful he was.

But that was part of why you were here now. To make him feel good.

You raised your underwear, offering it to him, and asked, “Can you put these on?”

Sanji’s face went right back to shock. “You want me to wear them?”

You nodded, a grin tugging at the edges of your mouth. You were also here to toy with him, too.

“If… if that’s what you’d like.” He reached out for them and then slipped them on.

And oh, had you made the right choice. The way they sat high on his hips, and just barely contained his bulge had your head swimming. The little ruffles and peach color made him look so sweet. You stepped close again and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the muscle there before dragging them down, enjoying the fuzz that covered it all. He was warm from his embarrassment, and his breath hitched from the contact. You toyed with the band of the panties once your hands got there, playing with the material. Then, you grabbed his length, feeling him through the fabric. He moaned immediately.

“Y/n…” He grabbed your face and brought you in for a kiss, unable to resist any longer. It was heated and needy, and you were eager to return it. The taste of his last cigarette lingered on his lips. You rubbed at his cock, earning another moan, one that caused his mouth to open, and you took the opportunity to dart your tongue in, to taste more, to take more.

You stepped forward, gently guiding him to the bed. He let himself be led and broke off the kiss to be pushed onto his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, needing to have your hands back on him. You ran your fingers through his bangs, pulling them back as you went, and hungrily went back to devouring him. You ground your hips down into his, eliciting a whine from his throat.

Sanji’s hands wandered, first groping your tits before reaching down to slip under the hem. As badly as you wanted to let him strip you, you grabbed his wrist and tutted.

He looked at you with a furrowed brow and his bottom lip jutted out, confused, and like he had done something wrong.

“Not until I’ve had my fun, when you’ve made up for stealing from me.”

He averted his eyes at being reminded of his shame, and let his hands fall to your hips. He nodded, but kept his bottom lip pushed out. You could tell he was put out for not being allowed to serve you, but oh he was serving you so, so well right now.

You smiled at him, warm and genuine. “Good boy.”

His eyes lit up at the praise and he pulled you back in for more. Sanji was always eager to do as he was told.

You started grinding into him properly now, keeping a steady rhythm. You were both moaning and struggling to breath as your makeout became messier and messier. Teeth gently nibbled into lips and tongues explored mouths until Sanji couldn’t take much more.

“I’m so close,” he whimpered.

You lifted your hips, wrapped your hand around his cock, and started pumping. Sanji’s back arched as he started babbling. “Yes, yes, please, yes.” His moans got louder and louder. He cried out as he came, and you made sure that all the cum that came shooting out remained in the underwear.

“Just like that, baby. Just like that,” you cooed as you rubbed him the rest of the way through his high.

“Thank you, thank you,” he cried.

You kissed all over his face; his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. You lingered on his lips, but when his fingers dug into your waistband, you pulled back.

“Not yet. You’ll have to wait. For now…” you trailed off, building up courage. “I want you to get dressed.”

“What?” he asked. “But what about you, my love? You have to let me take care of you.”

“Later, later.” You pulled him up from the bed. “And I want you to keep the panties on, just the way they are.”

“But what about…” he gestured to the mess he made.

“Exactly.”

Sanji looked a little horrified at the prospect, and you wouldn’t make him do it if he truly didn’t want to. But he started nodding. “You like me like this?”

You grinned. “It’s a punishment, too, for all the cumming you’ve done in my underwear. You’ll have to sit in now.”

The loud sound of footsteps climbing the ramp that led onto the deck interrupted the two of you.

“Saaaaaanjiiii,” Luffy called. “I’m hungry!”

“You’d better hurry then,” you teased while swiping his pants off the ground.

Right before he left, after dressing him, you gave his cheek a quick kiss and his crotch a quick squeeze. The smile it put on his face dazzled you as he left, and you could see a faint trickle of blood flowing out of his nose.

It was hard for you to focus for the rest of the day. All you could think of was Sanji and his cum covered panties. When you were near him, it was impossible to function properly. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander right to his crotch and recreate the image of what you knew was there in your mind. Sanji seemed to be struggling in a similar way, as he seemed determined to keep an apron on at all times. To think that he must be covering his hard-on made your spine tingle. At one point he even accidentally switched the meals he was supposed to give Luffy and Nami. You couldn’t recollect a time he’d ever made a mistake like that.

At dinner, he made sure to place himself next to you. He rested his hand on your knee at first, letting it sit there as you all ate. But then it creeped its way upward, his fingers massaging as they went. You hooked your ankle around his and pulled his leg closer, just to feel more of him. This meal couldn’t end fast enough.

When it did finally end, you lingered in the dining room, waiting for the rest of the crew to go their separate ways. Walking back into the kitchen, Sanji had you pinned to the counter immediately. He buried his face into your neck, covering it in kisses as he spoke.

“Have I been good, my dear?” he asked, his voice desperate.

“Yes, you’ve been very good,” you purred as you pet his hair.

His hands slipped lower. “Let me take care of you, please.”

You nodded your assent, but pressed a hand to his chest to make him pause. “ Just take your pants off and then you can have me however you’d like,” you told him.

Sanji stripped himself faster than you thought possible, and dropped to his knees. He pressed his face into your clothed cunt, inhaling hard and mouthing at it. He lifted his eyes to yours, and asked, “May I?”

The sight before you made your stomach burn and cunt ache. The tip of his cock just barely peeked out of the soiled underwear, and his lips were wet with spit, just begging to be on you. “Yes,” you breathed.

He tugged off both your shorts and underwear in one go, and you could see the stars in his eyes as he stared at your pussy.

“So pretty,” he said, before hefting one of your legs onto his shoulder and diving in.

He dragged his tongue through all your folds, trying to get all the wetness that had gathered into his mouth and down his throat. Once he was satisfied, he pressed it flat to your clit, licking up and down, switching to tongue your hole and licking his way back up to it.

You brought your hand down to grip his hair, but had to restrain yourself from doing more. You wanted to pull his face even closer, if possible, and grind against it, but you were afraid of accidentally hurting him.

But it was Sanji, someone well attuned to how gestures convey emotions, needs, and he said, “Use my face, baby. I’ve been bad, selfish, for stealing your underwear. Take all you need from me.”

And you did as he asked, grinding down as soon as the last word left his mouth. The new stimulation made you whine, but your sounds were nothing compared to the sinful ones that came from Sanji. He was loud, and you could feel the sound just as much as you heard it. His hips began to thrust into nothing and his eyes were fully glazed over.

It didn’t take much longer for you to cum. With being pent up all day, the sounds from Sanji only increasing in pitch, and his tongue working at you relentlessly, the coil that had been growing tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen snapped, and Sanji drank up all that you gave him.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, with your hips gone still, he inserted two of his fingers into your hole and started pumping.

“One more. Just one more, can you do that for me?” he asked, before latching onto your clit without waiting for an answer.

Sanji curled his fingers and pounded at your sweet spot. He pulled another one from you as you gripped the counter behind you, trying to keep yourself upright and grounded. But of course, he still didn’t stop, and you whined out his name.

“Another one, my love. Only once more.” he murmured. And you let him, with legs shaking and hopeless moans spilling out of you.

He added another finger, stretching you out so nicely, The third orgasm had you near to collapsing, and you truly had to tug him off of you. “I can’t, Sanji. I can’t do anymore.”

He left a spattering of kisses across your thighs and whispered out thank yous and praises. Cheekily, he left a kiss to your clit before pulling all the way back and looking up at you. His face was a complete mess. His hair was sticking up every which way from your hands, and his face was soaked with your juices, smeared all across his mouth, cheeks, chin, and even his nose. You looked down to see that he’d already come, a fresh wet patch on the front of those panties, and a few ropes of cum dripping down his stomach and thighs.

“You’re so pretty like this. We’ll have to do it again,” you told him as you caressed his face.

Sanji gave you a big, dumb smile,full of admiration, and said, “Anything for you.”

[brightlotusmoon]

Sitting on the back deck watching the young deer with the soft new antlers casually trot around looking for food, trying to get it to move away from the apricot tree that it's been pruning and towards the grape vines slowly consuming the swing set. We're already cultivating bonsai trees on the deck, little buddy, you go nibble on something else. Good boy.

Compared to the Long Island deer from my youth, who will stare through your front window mockingly. Oh you want to move your car out of your own driveway? Nah, we're going to lie down right here for two hours.

Husband and roommate have both had those conversations you have with backyard deer where they would casually explain how to make venison from scratch and the deer would listen and nod and, if they were wise, go someplace else. Deer are good at listening, sometimes.

[count-alucard-tepes]

How would the OP hotties react to their S/O who is obsessed with dinosaurs? They collect plushies, figures, books, clothes, etc.

Love you HCs. Have a lovely day.

Thank you!

Kizaru✨

He would buy them plushies when he goes different islands and bring them as gifts for his S/O.

Akainu🌋

He’d learn how to prune his trees into dinosaur shapes just to impress them.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would be a little surprised but everyone has their own likes so he wouldn’t do much in response.

Fujitora 🐅

He would be amused by this and would more about dinosaurs from them as he is not too familiar and would be open to learning.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He doesn’t mind it but he wants bougie dinosaur stuff that has diamonds and shit because he has no kids so no plushies for him in his bomb ass home.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He thinks it’s amusing and allows his S/O to indulge in their interests as everyone has strange tastes and so does he.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He thinks it’s cute and just allows his S/O to do as they please as he wouldn’t change anything about them.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He would make sure candy sculptures that were made or even all the cookies and cakes they have from now onwards would be dinosaur themed.

Killer🔪

He would take his S/O to dates at dinosaur theme parks so that they could enjoy their time even more.

Kaido🐉

He thinks dragons and dinosaurs are very similar so he would be in his dragon form more just to see if his S/O appreciates the look better. He might even get a dinosaur tattoo for them.

King👑

So his devil fruit ability makes him look like a dinosaur so he would be like that more around his S/O if they like. He thinks it’s amusing.

Queen👑

He loves it because he’s so comfortable in his devil fruit ability form so he would stay like that more so that he could be happy and make his S/O happy so it’s a win-win.

Izou🔫🔫

He thinks it’s cute and doesn’t judge as he too is quite a unique person so he just makes sure to bring little dinosaur gifts for his S/O after he’s been away at sea for a long time.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He is surprised by this so he tries his best to learn more about dinosaurs and enlists Sabo to get some plushies for his S/O….really big ones.

[oumaheroes]

WIP

Digging through my folders found me this, a WIP I'd started for Cake's birtday before spiralling off into other ones. I had vague notions for it, and although I don't have plans to continue anytime soon it deserves to have a spot in my archives just in case I lose it again

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‘Sorry, were you-?’

‘No no, go ahead.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Oh no, I shouldn’t have been there anyway. Just waiting for someone.’

‘Ah.’ Gabriel slides up to the coffee machine and sticks out his hand to the man he just moved, ‘Gabriel. Hello, by the way.’

‘Arthur.’

Arthur’s hands are rough. His handshake is firm, a solid squeeze of Gabriel’s fingers and a single jerk down that feels familiar in its assuredness. He knew someone who shook like that before, he thinks. Someone long, long ago.

‘Lovely to meet you.’

‘Likewise.’

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‘So, how did it go?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Your interview.’

‘Ah, that.’ Gabriel smiles and leans against the counter, ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’

Arthur shrugs dismissively but looks pleased, ‘Labouring, wasn’t it?’

‘Building, specifically.’ Gabriel looks out of the communal dining hall’s windows to the grassy flatlands beyond. Perfect location, perfect weather- there was a whole estate planned. Two men jog in the distance around the marked-out area, one thin one thick and both almost white blonde, and Gabriel watches the steady pump pump pump of their arms, ‘I wanted to try for site manager but I went for regular construction in the end.’

Arthur hesitates, ‘And?’

‘I got it. Start tomorrow.’

‘Congrats.’ Arthur does not do public displays of emotion. Gabriel has known him long enough to know this, and easily catches Arthur’s arm twitch as if to reach for him. It is over in a second and it stays safely where it is, crossed over his chest. ‘I said you had no reason to be nervous. They always need people.’

Gabriel laughs, ‘Yeah, I know.’

‘And you’re really good.’

‘Thanks, Art.’

‘What are you thanking me for? It’s true. Should have gone for the manager like I told you to.’

Gabriel snorts and looks down into his mug. Coffee still tastes the same, still wrong. ‘I don’t mind. All I really wanted has already happened.’

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‘When did you decide to come to Earth?’ Gabriel’s hands are in the grass, knuckles curled down to the soil. It is hard and cool, the earth shaded by the tall, thick tree at his back, ‘Was it long?’

On his ladder, Arthur lets out a breath and looks up at the sky. ‘I don’t know. It feels like forever.’

 They are in his gardens, the ones he keeps just for fun. Outside of the crop fields and orchards which take up most of his time, as wide and long as they could go and lined with glittering greenhouses, Arthur is to be found here: small scrabbled patches of the beautifully useless. Green islands along the edges, filled with flowers that would poison, bushes that would not bear fruit. Things that were grown for the sake of it alone, plants which had no purpose other than to please. Done in his own time the colony leaders could not argue with him doing so.

Gabriel had a feeling that even if they did, Arthur wouldn’t listen.

‘We learnt about Earth at school.’ Arthur adds, returning to his work. He stretches his arms into the heart of the branches and continues to prune, ‘My planet isn’t all that far away in the grand scheme of the Diaspora. But I didn’t want to go truly until I was fifteen.’

‘What happened then?’

Arthur looks embarrassed. He touches the outdated e-tab he always keeps by his side, hung in a sling at his waist. ‘My home city sphere was quite large, enough so for a botanical garden. It was my first time seeing anything like this outside of a tab.’

‘Must have been nice.’

‘It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.’

Gabriel understands. Everyone on the colony does.

He shuts his eyes and breaths in deep and slow. The clouds and the leaves above create a sea of moving shadows across the inside of his eyelids, quick flashes of red like small fish. As the warm wind ruffles his hair, the start of his first ever real summer, Gabriel presses his back against the tree and lets his imagination go.

[itsuki-minamy]

"AYAKA – SIDE STORIES 12" (Part 02/04)

"LONELY BOYS: THE CASE OF IBUKI AKA"

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

* List of Chapters

"I have no intention of raising you.", said Ibuki Aka's aunt.

It was the night after Aka's parents' funeral. Aka was eight years old.

Because Aka was hospitalized, he was unable to attend his parents' funeral. Aka was in the same car as his parents when they fell down a mountain road, and only Aka barely survived. No, it seems that he was saved, by his aunt who had special powers.

"What will happen to me now?"

Aka asked his aunt while he was lying in bed. His aunt looked at Aka without changing her expression.

"I'm looking for a suitable place to leave you."

He wondered if that was in some facility. Aka didn't know any other relatives apart from that aunt.

"I want to live with you."

Aka was very depressed. It's not that he felt attached to his aunt, nor did he particularly dislike going to the institution, nor did he want to cling to the person in front of him out of sadness.

But...

"I also want power like you."

Just as his aunt saved him, Aka could have saved his parents if he had the same strength as his aunt. When he thought about that, he felt a deep sense of regret that was even stronger than sadness, as if it was wreaking havoc inside him. The back of his eyes became hot and his vision became blurry. He sobbed hard and resisted tears.

His aunt's expression did not change when she saw the crying child in the hospital bed, his body covered in bandages.

"I won't raise you."

His aunt said it again.

"...However, I will try to satisfy your wishes."

After saying that, his aunt turned on her heel.

A month later, when Aka's wounds had healed, his aunt took him to an island called Ayaka Island and gave him to a man she knew, who was not even related to him, as if she were giving a dog or a cat.

However, his aunt had certainly made a decision that met Aka's wishes.

Makoto Yanagi was a colleague of his aunt known as a "pulse connection", and Aka became his disciple.

+++++++++

Putting his index and middle fingers together, he crossed them, calming his breathing. He traced the sensations experienced by the man who became his teacher and the boy who became his older brother and training partner.

"Man, earth and sky..."

He spoke "powerful words" and opened his senses. He felt the power flow from his feet. His head bobbed dizzily. When he attempted to touch the life line that flowed underground on Ayaka Island, he felt as if the overwhelming sensation carried him away. Aka regained consciousness by pressing his feet and feeling that he was about to be swallowed, and concentrated.

Most of the life force he drew from his life line left his body, but he was able to circulate some of it through his body. However, it didn't last long, and as soon as Aka let out the breath he had been holding, the life force that had filled his body dissipated and disappeared.

"Wow, that's amazing. As expected of Yanagi-san's disciple."

Yuki Kodama, the man who was sweeping while Aka trained, rested the broom he was carrying on his shoulder and clapped.

"It is better not to hold your breath when pumping vital energy. It is necessary to relax and let the air circulate properly through the body."

The one who added some advice with a knowing look on his face was his older brother, Haruaki.

"Haruaki and Aka are amazing for their age."

Kodama was constantly impressed and Aka tilted his head to the side.

"So, Kodama-san, do you really understand what I was doing just now? Can you see the Mitama?"

"Yes. I am a person who can see the Mitama. When I was a child, I never thought that one day I would become Kado's apprentice and a connection master, but when Yanagi-sensei came to me, since then, he has been able to solve "All my problems. I can't really do anything but see the Mitamas, so I took over the family business and became a gardener."

Kodama was a gardener who had been pruning the trees at Kaizumi Shrine since Haruaki's grandfather was still alive. Although he is still young, he is barely 30 years old, he firmly follows in the footsteps of his father, who retired due to a bad leg. Aka also heard Kodama say things like, "I can hear the voices of the plants!", but regardless of whether he can hear the voices or not, he senses the vitality surrounding the plants and taking the appropriate form. It can be an intermediate line.

After Yanagi took over management of Kaizumi Shrine, Kodama not only helped trim the shrine's trees, but also cleaned the grounds and maintained the shrine building.

That day, Yanagi went somewhere on "foreign affairs" (Yanagi's trip could be both for connection work and drinking and gambling), so Kodama arrived in Minoshima with Aka and Haruaki and was cleaning the temple grounds, while watching them train.

Minoshima has more vitality than Ninoshima, which makes training easier. Together with Haruaki, Aka continued to practice feeling, touching, and drawing from the life line.

When Kodama finished cleaning the shrine, he told them: "It's time to go home." Then, Aka and Haruaki interrupted their training and returned to Ninoshima on the sea train with Kodama. Usually, Kodama's job was to lead Aka and Haruaki on days when Yanagi wasn't around.

They can walk back to the Amamiya house from the sea train station, but on days when Kodama is with them, they usually take a short detour in their car. They were going to Kodama's parents' house to pick up their four-year-old daughter Hana. Since Kodama's wife works in Ichinoshima, it was Kodama's responsibility to pick up his daughter.

"Ah! he's a baby!"

Hana, who was carried in Kodama's arms, pointed to Aka who was sitting in the back seat and let out an amused voice.

"Stop calling me baby."

He said that with a bitter expression, but Hana repeated good-naturedly, "Baby! Baby!"

Aka has only been on Ayaka Island for about a month and has only seen Hana a few times, apparently she liked the sound of the name.

"Even though I'm a big brother, I'm still a baby.", seemed to reach a certain point in four-year-old Hana.

He placed Hana in a child seat and the car started again. Haruaki was smiling and talking to Hana with Aka between them. Wishing he had sat opposite Haruaki, Aka leaned against the back of the seat and looked over the back of Haruaki's head as he leaned forward. As he vaguely observed the idyllic rural landscape that he had become accustomed to passing through, he suddenly heard a sharp brake sound and his body jerked forward.

The sudden braking caused the seat belt to dig into his body. Out of reflex, he reached out and supported Hana's body, but Aka didn't even need to help, and Hana's body was supported by the harness of the child seat.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

Kodama looked back in panic.

Through the windshield he saw a deer running down the road. He apparently had to brake hard to avoid hitting him when he jumped toward the car.

"It's okay.", Haruaki said in his usual calm voice, but Aka could hear his heart beating violently. He broke out in a disgusting sweat.

"Aka?"

Haruaki looked in and raised his eyebrows suspiciously. Aka turned his face away from him to avoid that look.

"Woah..." The sound of Hana crying was heard.

"Oh, Hana-chan, you're very surprised. It's okay."

Haruaki called softly. Aka let out the breath he had been holding, as if to mix it with Hana's screams.

"Haruaki. Let's change places."

"Eh?"

"You're better at calming her down."

Pushing the confused Haruaki's shoulder, they got out of the car and swapped sitting positions.

Haruaki, who was sitting next to Hana, called her calmly, and Hana, who had only cried out of surprise, immediately calmed down. "Sorry, I'll drive slowly." Kodama said, starting the car.

Aka turned his entire body towards the window and pretended to be looking at the scenery outside. At the window, he could see Haruaki worrying about Aka.

Aka's parents died in a car accident. Aka barely remembered that moment.

However, when Kodama's car suddenly braked, the memory came back to him like a bursting bubble.

A typhoon night with poor visibility, rain and wind. A car going down a mountain road. The sound of the brakes echoing. However, due to the rain, the tires skidded and the car was unable to complete the turn and fell off a cliff.

Bleeding parents. His body did not move. Finally, his aunt appeared and, after briefly exchanging words with her mother, she turned to Aka.

Sitting on the futon in his room that the Amamiya family gave him, Aka groaned at the memory and covered his face with his hands.

He was rescued by his aunt, who was a "connection". He knew it for a fact. That's why he wanted to be able to become a "connector" and protect the people he cares about in an emergency.

However, vivid flashbacks of forgotten memories seemed to swallow Aka's consciousness as he looked into the future.

When he closed his eyes, the vision of the accident flickered behind his eyelids and sleep seemed unlikely. Aka gave up and got up from the futon.

He quietly left the room and tiptoed down the hallway. Haruaki slept in the next room and Yanagi slept in the room beyond. Careful not to wake them, he went downstairs and out into the garden.

The nights in the countryside are dark. With only the moonlight illuminating it, he could see a Mitama flying fluffy over the pond. In the darkness, the Mitama emitted a life force and seemed to glow faintly.

As he watched the Mitama swim in the air like a jellyfish floating in the sea, Aka clutched his chest.

"Tsu..."

He felt more pain than loneliness or sadness. His parents died. The fact that he should have understood and swallowed was now pressing painfully on his throat.

"You cannot sleep?"

Suddenly, in the garden at night, when no one else was supposed to be around, a voice shouted and Aka looked up in shock.

Makoto Yanagi was sitting cross-legged on a small bridge over a pond in the garden, smoking a pipe. Aka was shocked and blinked repeatedly. He was confused since there shouldn't have been anyone there just now. He is like a mysterious monster.

Aka still doesn't fully understand what kind of person Yanagi is. He easily took in Aka, a child with no blood connection, and teaches him how to train in response to Aka's request to become a "connection", and is said to be a great hermit and trusted by the people of the island. He also likes to drink and can be a bit rough.

"Master..."

"Well, there's a lot going on."

Even when he asked him if he couldn't sleep, Yanagi didn't try to probe the reason and just said it in a casual tone.

At that attitude, Aka's rigid body relaxed a little.

After having a flashback of the moment of the accident, Haruaki looked at him with concern. That must have come from Haruaki's kindness, and the intimacy that had begun to blossom since they met, but for Aka, it was somehow suffocating. Maybe it was because he didn't want to show his weaknesses to his brother, who was of similar age.

"...Life returns to the path of life, right?"

Aka remembered the story that Yanagi had taught him about how to grasp the life line when he began training in connection. The life line is like a great river through which the energy that is the source of life flows, and all things are born there and return there.

"Life and death are nothing more than phenomena in the cycle of life... Is that an idea? But if you don't fully understand it, can't you connect?"

The death of Aka's parents is just one of the most important events. There is no need to be sad because the lives that were destroyed will happen again.

Those thoughts did not save Aka. He felt a strong resistance as he tried to hide the pain that Aka was feeling at that moment.

"That's fine with you, Aka."

Yanagi pleasantly exhaled the smoke from his mouth and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"If you force yourself to swallow ideas that you can't swallow, you will only stagnate. You have to understand the nature of life and the principles of life in this world, but you can't adjust your emotions to that."

Aka stared at Yanagi. The Mitama was flying around Yanagi, who was sitting comfortably and without energy. He wondered if he also had a great affinity with the Mitama.

"You want to be the link that helps people, right?"

In response to the casually asked question, Aka hardened his expression, nodded, and then lowered his face.

"My family died. I didn't want them to die. I was left alone, and no matter what I do from now on, my family won't come back... But I don't want anyone to die in front of me again. I don't care about fate nor reason. I just don't want them to die..."

A large palm was placed on top of his head. Before he knew it, Yanagi had gotten up and was facing Aka, and was roughly stroking his head.

"Ah..."

"You are a kind person. You have a different kind of kindness than Haruaki."

When Yanagi stopped stroking his head with his strong hand and moved away from him, he smiled happily. It may not have been an appropriate attitude to show a child with a sad expression on his face as he reflected on the death of his parents, but Aka admired his smile.

"Although you may feel alone, you are now part of the Yanagi clan. Don't forget that we are your current family, Aka."

Even when they told him that he was a family member, it didn't really make sense to him. Although he is grateful that Yanagi took him in, and it is true that they live in the same house, they are not close enough to call it family.

Aka received Yanagi's words with an ambiguous gesture, between tilting his head and nodding.

+++++++++++

That day it was raining a lot.

"Ah, the forecast wasn't for such heavy rain today."

Standing on the damp edge of the Kaizumi Shrine residential building, Kodama lowered his eyebrows in annoyance.

Aka and Haruaki were studying by reading jutsu related books in the library. Although the sun was shining until around noon, the sky suddenly darkened and it began to rain heavily, with no sign of letting up.

Watching the rain fall to the ground, Aka frowned and turned around.

"Aka?"

Perhaps sensing something in his expression, Haruaki called out to him in a questioning voice.

"What's happen?"

"Do you hate rain?"

"...Not really. I don't think there's anyone who likes it that much."

The heavy rain reminds him of the day his parents died in the typhoon.

However, he had no intention of talking to Haruaki about that and replied curtly, but Haruaki did not press any further and instead he muttered, "I hope this ends soon.".

"If things continue like this, I don't think the sea train will move today."

Kodama crossed his arms and groaned.

Yanagi was also absent that day, and Kodama, Haruaki, and Aka were at Kaizumi Shrine. Naturally, due to the heavy rains there were no visitors to the sanctuary.

"If the sea train doesn't seem to move, let's stay here today with Kodama-san."

For Haruaki, that is the house where his grandfather lived until his death. He guessed that there was no particular problem even if they couldn't return to the Amamiya house for a day.

"That's right. Well, I'll check the station once. Haruaki and Aka, please stay here."

It's been a long time since he had anything to do with that, Kodama said and left.

Aka looked back at the book in his hand. He tried to concentrate on following the words so as not to let his thoughts wander to unnecessary things.

As he tried to somehow gather the energy that he was about to disperse and concentrate on following the string of letters that was still difficult for Aka, his vision suddenly shook.

There was a vertical tremor, as if he was pushing up, and then he swayed to the side. An earthquake. Aka put down the book he was holding and looked at the situation. Ayaka Island is a volcanic island, so there are many earthquakes. Since earthquakes can be a sign of an eruption, emergency evacuation drills are often held, and Aka, who had just arrived on Ayaka Island, knew this. He didn't get angry, he just stayed alert and observed the situation.

"What?"

He felt a tremor from the depths of the earth that was different from a normal earthquake. A disturbing noise was heard.

Haruaki stood up without thinking.

The earthquake and rumblings subsided quickly. However, an unpleasant feeling of anxiety persisted and Aka stood up.

"I'll go see what's going on outside."

"I'm going too."

He immediately agreed with Haruaki's words and they began to run at the same time.

They jumped in the rain without umbrellas. The falling raindrops hit the kimono the two were wearing, and it quickly became heavy and wet. They jumped over puddles and ran across the large fields.

When they reached the top of the long stone steps leading to the sea railway station, they realized the true nature of the noise.

"......!"

"It's a landslide."

Next to Aka, who was holding his breath, Haruaki muttered in shock.

That heavy rain had loosened the soil and it seemed that the earthquake had caused the mountainside to collapse. The earth flowed and the trees fell towards the stone steps, and more earth covered them.

He could hear his own heart beating very loudly. His heart was beating so hard that his chest hurt. His breathing, which had increased due to running, did not calm down and became even heavier.

"Aka..."

Haruaki grabbed Aka's elbow.

"Let's contact Ninoshima."

"What about Kodama-san?"

"I don't know. Anyway, please help me."

Aka shook off Haruaki's hand that grabbed him elbow and ran away.

"Aka!"

He ran down the stairs as if he were rolling down the stairs, hearing Haruaki's voice behind him. Half of the stone steps were buried by fallen trees and mud, blocking the path to the station. It would be fine if Kodama was right at the station or at the foot of the mountain and separated.

However, what would happen if a landslide occurred while Kodama was walking on those stone steps?

What if there is a small ball buried under that tree and in the ground?

"Kodama-san!"

He raised his voice even though it was almost drowned out by the sound of the heavy rain.

He ran around the accumulated dirt. He stumbled in the mud and fell, and his kimono became covered in mud, but he continued shouting Kodama's name.

The heavy rain, the mountainside. A sign of someone's death.

Inside Aka, the memory of when his parents died and the scene in front of him overlapped. Fear filled his body.

Hana's face appeared. A young girl who calls Aka "baby" and smiles innocently. If something happened to Kodama, she would lose her precious family. Hana and himself overlapped, and Aka clenched his fists tightly.

(Calm down. First, I have to find Kodama's whereabouts.)

He took a deep breath and managed to calm his erratic breathing.

As taught by Yanagi, all things are imbued with vitality. All natural objects, all plants and animals. Including humans, vitality circulates and is shaped.

Kodama has a talent that allows him to see the Mitama, so he has a little more vitality than normal people.

Aka told himself that he must feel it and closed his eyes.

The cold of the rain, the discomfort of a tight kimono, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground disappeared. He tried to capture and feel the world in a deeper way than through their five senses.

There was something.

He felt the vitality circulating in the human form. He suddenly opened his eyes. Under the fallen trees that seemed to bend over each other, he felt Kodama's presence.

Aka turned pale and scratched the dirt with his hands.

There seemed to be space due to the overlapping trees, but it was covered in dirt. If this continued, he would die.

"No, no!"

He came to mind, one after another, images of Aka's parents no longer moving, of Kodama laughing and watching Aka and Haruaki training, and of Hana having fun in Kodama's arms.

With his fingers that were beginning to hurt, he desperately scraped the dirt.

"No!"

"Aka!"

He grabbed his hand that was scratching the dirt. Haruaki, with a serious expression, knelt next to Aka and took Aka's right hand.

"I called Amamiya's house and told Grandpa Hatsu about the situation. He said that he would contact me and direct people to where they are needed."

"That won't make it in time!"

"Kodama-san is down here, right?"

Aka nodded loudly.

With that alone, Haruaki swallowed Aka's appeal and made a decision.

"I will help you with my techniques."

"Ah... That's..."

He was about to ask him if he could do it, but he closed his mouth. He couldn't do it. If they don't do that, Kodama will die.

However, although Aka has been trained to sense the flow of life, he still cannot use any practical techniques. Although Haruaki is several steps ahead of Aka as a pulse connector, can he do it?

"I can't do it alone."

Haruaki looked deeply into his red eyes and said that.

"As I am now, I don't have enough life force to control. Even if I activate the technique, I won't have enough power to move the earth and sand. So please lend me your life power. The two of us will become one, and we will use our techniques. I will take control."

Aka shook off Haruaki's hand that was holding him. Immediately afterwards, he reconnected, put his palms together and squeezed hard.

"I understand."

They nodded and stood up. They raised their joined hands forward until they were parallel to their shoulders and breathed in unison.

Just for now, he remembered that Haruaki and him were one living being.

"Man, earth and sky...!"

The two voices were in perfect sync.

Drawing power from the great river of life flowing dazzlingly deep underground, they circulated life force from their feet to their entire body, and from their connected hands to Haruaki's body.

Their concentration was greater than ever. The life force that filled his body did not escape, but moved powerfully through Aka and Haruaki.

Haruaki took a deep breath.

"The softest and strongest in the world will fight and nothingness will enter the world!"

The life force gathered under Haruaki's will and took the form of a technique. Even Aka, who had become one with Haruaki through his life energy, could clearly sense the response. A strong wind rose from the feet of the two and turned into a tornado.

The tornado created by the spell kicked up dirt and sand. His connected hands shook and Haruaki gasped in pain. He is trying to somehow maintain the great power that he is using for the first time.

Aka put strength into the hand connected to Haruaki. He trusts Haruaki to control the technique. In that case, he is in charge of producing horsepower. He gained as much power as he could and passed it on to Haruaki.

He drew out an amount of life force that was too much for Aka. His head was spinning and his body felt strangely numb, but he didn't care what happened to him. He decided to become a link to prevent people from dying.

The tornado carried away the dirt and he could see the gap created by the folded trees. Inside was a small ball.

"Kodama-san!"

As soon as Aka raised her voice, the spell expired. Haruaki's knees buckled and he collapsed. Aka also collapsed, but managed to move his weak body and crawled closer to Kodama.

Kodama's body was not crushed under the tree and was carefully contained within the cavity, and at first glance it appeared that there were no major injuries. Aka shook his shoulder.

"Kodama-san, wake up!"

However, Kodama remained inert and did not open his eyes. Haruaki, who had approached him like Aka, put his hand to his mouth.

"Isn't he breathing...?"

Haruaki muttered in shock. Aka held his breath.

"That is..."

Besides, couldn't he help him? Couldn't he do anything? Did they let him die?

His body trembled in desperation.

"We did not arrive on time...?"

"No, you arrived on time."

A voice came from above.

When he looked up, Yanagi was floating in the sky. When Yanagi tied the seal, Kodama's body, who had fallen into the gap created by the fallen tree, floated, slid to the ground, and was safe on the flat ground.

Yanagi landed next to Kodama's body and placed his hand on his chest.

He could feel the life force flowing from Yanagi's palm into Kodama's body. Kodama's stagnant life force was swept away by Yanagi's powerful life force and began to flow.

With a deep cough, Kodama caught his breath. His throat hissed and he took a deep breath, but then he calmed down.

Seeing that Kodama's breathing had stabilized, Aka felt a wave of relief rise from the bottom of his stomach, making him want to cry.

At the same time as his heart became lighter, his body became heavy due to the reaction of drawing out more life force than he could handle, and he felt that he could no longer move a single finger.

"Well done, Haruaki, Aka."

Yanagi's large palm rested on the heads of Haruaki and Aka and caressed them tightly.

"I'm proud of you, my children."

With no way to resist, Aka allowed himself to be caressed, and with a more honest attitude than before, he accepted to be caressed by Yanagi's hands.

+++++++++++

Kodama was taken to a hospital in Ninoshima, but soon woke up and appeared healthy.

"Well, the moment I was swallowed by the landslide, I thought I was doomed. I'm a guy who can hear the voices of plants and the trees that fell screamed at me, "Here I am!" So I ran to that point and, just in time, I was able to slide into the gap. Space created by the falling trees. Well, the air was so thin that I quickly became stunned. I heard that Haruaki, Aka and Yanagi-sensei helped me! Thank you!"

After completing the routine studies, Kodama said that with a cheerful smile and went home with his wife and Hana, who had come to pick him up from the hospital.

Kodama's self-proclaimed claim of being a man who can hear the voices of plants was something he had to believe half the time, and Aka laughed weakly.

As soon as Haruaki and Aka, who had used a technique far beyond their own abilities, returned to the Amamiya house, the tension broke and they collapsed, and since they were completely soaked, they both developed fevers.

"Haruaki 38.3 degrees, Aka 38.6 degrees."

Yanagi, who was sitting cross-legged next to the bed, read the numbers on the two's thermometers.

"Aka is sicker."

"This is because Haruaki's normal temperature is lower."

They lay next to each other on the futon, and Aka and Haruaki talked to each other.

To make it easier to care for them, the two were placed in a room on the first floor, with futons lined up, rather than in their own rooms on the second floor.

"They both seem fine despite the fever."

Yanagi laughed happily.

"Children with fever, do you want to eat something?"

Hatsu looked into the room and asked that.

Haruaki fretted a little and then said in a low voice, "I want to eat warabi mochi."

Hatsu laughed and nodded.

"Haruaki, now you can say what you want." Yanagi said, seeming strangely happy as he directed his attention from him to Aka.

"What about you, Aka?"

He was about to respond that it was nothing, but then paused, thinking that that probably wasn't the answer Yanagi and the others wanted.

He assumed that he wasn't asking for reservations from him.

Even Aka felt the desire to approach them. After all, he would have to learn a lot from Yanagi in order to become a strong connection from now on, and he will continue to be indebted to the Amamiya family.

"...Meat."

When he said that, Haruaki looked at Aka with a surprised look.

"What, you can eat meat, even if you're sick?!"

"You are sick, so you should eat some meat and get better quickly."

"Will eating meat cure me? Well, I guess I'll do my best to eat it too..."

What was that? Honestly? Aka glanced at the brother next to him. Haruaki, whose cheeks were red with fever and who was breathing a little labored, seemed to be considering whether or not he could eat the meat with a serious expression on his face.

Yanagi said happily, "Despite the fever, you seem to be feeling fine."

He wondered if he could make it there. A vital link that can save people's lives. Under the tutelage of that master, with his brother.

To quickly heal his body, Aka pulled the futon over his shoulders to sleep until the meat was ready.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #118 - 16 September 2024

Episode one hundred and aightteen of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, September 16, 2024, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

Pictured below is Nashville based punk band Snôôper. By the way what the hell is "egg punk" ? Can everyone just be normal and not start to corner punk bands into small categories? Jesus. Anyway, I called them "fitness punk" in the show. And since I'm having a terribly busy week here, I'll be very short. Go see this band live, they were pretty sensational last weekend at the Leffingeleuren festival. Actually they were the energy boost that made my weekend and that I needed to get started with this busy week. Which makes me think once again that seeing a good live show is always inspiring and gives you the much needed energy to get through the working week. Oh I also play a Cure track in the show and you know what? THEY ARE RELEASING THE NEW ALBUM. Now if that's not a reason to get completely pumped up, than what is? I am completely ready for a two hour double album full of long slow depressing songs OH YEAH.

Other music in the show: well read the playlist ok. I'm lazy. And you can actually find it beneath the photo. Enjoy!

Playlist

Rixe: Tir Groupé (7” “Tir Groupé” on La Vida Es Un Mus, 2024)

Snooper: Music For Spies (LP “Super Snooper” on Third Man Records, 2023)

Split System: Force Field (LP V/A “Born Bad Record Shop 25 Years Anniversary” on Born Bad, 2024)

A5: Spruch (7” “Erst Ausgabe” on Mad Butcher Classics, reissue 2023, originally released in 1980 on No Fun Records)

Oblivians: Let Him Try (7” “Strong Come On” on Crypt Records, repress 2013, originally released in 1996)

Swell Maps: Ammunition Train (LP “International Rescue” on Alive Records, 2016, reissue, compilation originally released in 1999)

The Wedding Present: Getting Nowhere Fast (LP “ George Best” on Cooking Vinyl & Vinyl Lovers, double lp reissue 2010, originally released in 1987)

The Cure: Forever (LP “BBC Sessions 1979-1985”, not on label , unofficial release, 2020)

Aroma Di Amore: Moeder Gaat Neer (12” “De Sfeer Van Grote Dagen” on Onderstroom Records, reissue 2022, originally released on Play It Again Sam in 1985)

The Prunes: Meet Dik… (LP “Lite Fantastik” on Baby Records, 1988)

Bound By Endogamy & Jupiter: La Tour Dieu (LP V/A “Born Bad Record Shop 25 Years Anniversary” on Born Bad, 2024)

Wiseblood: Prime Gonzola (LP “Dirtdish” on K.422, 1987)

Swans: Half Life (LP “Cop” on K.422, 1984) - RIP Roli Mosimann

Alastair Galbraith: Bakunin (LP “Lagash” on Nice Music, 2024)

Eftergift: Linjen Bryts (LP “Vatten Över Vatten” on Discreet Music, 2024)

Jack Rose: Tree In The Valley (LP “Luck In The Valley” on Thrill Jockey Records, 2010)

Roy Montgomery: Soundcheck (For Adrian Borland) (LP Island Of Lost Souls” on Grapefruit Records, 2021)

[dsandrvk]

Thursday, September 12 - Oroluk Lagoon

Okay, I know the pictures look like nothing, but today we visited a spectacular reef lagoon that is a nature sanctuary. There is a dedicated area for positioning a ship, and a huge reef wall for us to explore. In the Google photo of Oroluk Lagoon, the anchorage is in the upper left, and this lagoon is so large that we couldn't see the far side, even from the top deck. We could see waves crashing part of the way up the northern boundary, but since there is only one small island that is high enough to have permanent trees, it is hard to see how anyone found this atoll in the first place.

Although there are supposed to be nesting birds here, we saw no evidence of that, and only saw two Boobies all day. When we first got to the reef it was barely visible, but then the water level dropped enough that the waves were crashing against it, but by the time we left in the late afternoon, things were quiet again.

Since there was only snorkeling or submarine dives here, we had all day to snorkel and were allowed to stay in the water as long as we liked (we still started out at different times to reduce congestion). It was a unique environment for us - an extremely shallow reef with a reef wall that stretched down until it disappeared into darkness. In the shallow parts were lots of smaller fish - not the greatest variety, but great schools of small Wrasses that swarmed around us, and lots of other medium size fish. There were also giant clams with their velvety lips in various colors, from blue to purple to green. Out over the abyss were many larger fish - at 18" to two feet, bigger than we have seen so far - probably because this is a sanctuary and also over 100 miles to any other bit of land. There is evidence of some hits on the reef that were probably for fishing, but they are pretty well degraded.

Also down below we saw White Tipped Reef Sharks slowly gliding along - the largest was maybe three to four feet long. They were too deep to take any interest in us, or even any other fish. I managed to traverse our section of reef wall several times at almost a standstill before I started turning into a prune, and eventually got out, and headed back to the ship for a later lunch. It was hard to decide whether today or yesterday was better - today's setting was spectacular and we saw sharks, but the diversity of fish yesterday was greater. Both were wonderful.

We had our little caviar event again today - there's one on each leg, so we're sort of ho-hum about it now, but it's nice to meet some of the new people and mingle (and the caviar is pretty nice, too. We are still being fed entirely too well.

Tomorrow we are headed to our last stop in the Federated States of Micronesia - an island called Pohnpei in the state of the same name. There is an archaeological site there that is a series of small man-made Islands with large stone structures in its own lagoon, and we're looking forward to visiting it - I will have more information after we have been there. This island is much bigger (and higher) than any other in Micronesia, so we will also get to see some of the town and countryside on our way there.

[danielslawnandtreesblog]

Protect Your Green Space: Comprehensive Tree Health Inspections and Ongoing Maintenance

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[jiacast]

Island Life

Day 1: The Beginning

I never imagined I would ever end up in a situation of this kind. My plane went down somewhere over the ocean, and I washed ashore on this deserted island. The harsh truth has not dawned on me completely; there is no one but me here. The first thing I did was to look at the vicinity. It’s a tiny island with an extensive jungle covering its middle section and white sandy beaches around it. Thankfully, I have come across a few coconuts and running water, so I will not die of thirst. Later tonight, I’m going to sleep beneath the stars’ light; tomorrow, that’ll take care of itself. Right now, however, I'm just trying to digest everything.

Day 3: Building a Shelter

The chilly nights have taken me by surprise. I have been waking up trembling, which made me opt for building a hut today. I came across big leaves and branches that I could use in building a slant roof. While it does not appear to be too much, at least I will be sheltered from cold winds and rain. Moreover, I found some extra food: a few berries that are edible and one or two fish in a tidal basin. That is not too much, but it serves as my source of vivacity. Yet, there is a creeping sense of solitude gradually coming over me. The thought about how long this place will have me stirs within my mind ceaselessly.

Day 7: Routine

I’ve been into a kind of routine. My breakfast consists of coconut meat, fish, and wild berries that I find myself in the wild every morning. Afternoons see me build on the temporary hut that I use, darting around the island exploring its content. On the other side, there’s a rocky site where it appears there are some caves. Tomorrow I will go check them out. On the driftwood logs, I am scratching the days so as not to forget which month I am in. Despite that, darkness seems to be more challenging. What was once nice is now just a reminder that I am lost amidst everything because it hasn’t changed at all; it has only become a noise.

Day 12: The Signal Fire

I ignited a SOS fire at the seashore utilizing dry lumber and some old rags that I discovered washed up. I have kept it prepared for lighting any time at all. I have no idea whether anyone will see it, but at least it gives me something to concentrate on—a kind of optimistic notion that one day I could leave this island. Additionally, I find myself talking to myself quite often so as not to keep quiet always. Whenever I think about going back home, everything appears like some fading fantasy.

Day 20: Discovering the Cave

This morning I finally got to explore the cave that I had discovered across the island. Surprisingly cool inside, it was much deeper than expected. On walls were some ancient carvings—indications that someone else might have been there long ago. It is quite eerie, but in the same way, it is also comforting because I know I am not the first person who has found himself stranded here. This will be my new shelter; it is more secure compared to sleeping out on the open beach. Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow I will find something that could come in handy!

Day 35: A Storm

Yesterday night, our island experienced a big storm. It was terrifying indeed! The winds were so strong that I thought that my shelter would fall apart, but it survived within this cave. This cyclone smashed through jungle town, leaving behind nothing but darkness and dead animals scattered everywhere, including trees looking as if they had just gotten out of the salon after getting pruned.

Day 50: A New Normal

My signal fire is gone; wind blew away everything about it, including rainwater used for putting out a fire flame. Meanwhile, that remained ash still looks safe enough not to speak about it being invisible now, though while standing in its original place, hidden under thick bushes, only way paved through some muddy paths leading us again elsewhere where we left off. At last, I’ve made some progress; it’s been fifty days since. My signal fire has been restored; so too has my shelter, even though it is evident that I may have to stay here for a long time.

Day 75: Hope on the Horizon

This morning I saw something on the horizon that resembled a ship. I lit my signal fire and waved my hands in the air, hoping they would notice me. Hours went by, and I feared they did not see me. But just before sunset, I saw the ship change course towards the island. They saw me. After all this time, I might finally be going home. A strange mixture of relief and sadness sweeps through me. This island was my universe for such a long time, and now it is being left behind. But I am prepared. Prepared to go back to the life I thought was lost forever.

[phytochorion]

How the Forest Finds the Island

Chapter Three - You Catch More Flies With Honey

The rain was soon pelting down, steadily raising the waters of the creek. Not wanting to hang around and see if the banks burst, Sen approached the trunks of the twin ginkgos. Without wings, climbing the taller of the two was a daunting prospect, but the shorter tree had more crinkled bark that should provide a firm foothold. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, Sen placed a hand on the bark, enjoying its slightly warm roughness, then started his ascent.

Some tiny tarachocelid flutterflies were nibbling tender leaves at the tips of the freshly sprouted twigs. Sen glared in their direction, but refrained from shooing them off. Despite being leaf eaters, they also helped to spread pollen, and were overall beneficial for ginkgo survival.

Approaching the crown, Sen scanned the nearest branches for a suitable perch. He soon settled on one with a bowl-shaped dip in it, testament to healed storm damage. From here, he had an unparalleled view of his other ginkgo, the lake, and the expansive fern fields beyond. Perfect.

The rain had already begun to ease off, and gentle sunlight filtered through breezy clouds. Sen sat cross legged, closed his eyes, and soaked up the energy surrounding him. As it invigorated his body, he smiled and bowed his head. His brow knocked softly against the wood. Magic began to emanate, vitality flowing from his system into the ginkgo's.

The effect was visible straight away. Slight vessels rose along the sides of the knot, while the knobbled bark along the fringe closed over, forming a little roof. Soon there was only a small aperture left, shaded by an overhang, along with some tiny pores along the edge for drainage. Sen wriggled through the gap and snuggled down. The rainwater was already being channelled out by the newly grown network, leaving the space dry and cosy.

Coming out of dormancy and straight into a rather hectic day had taken its toll, and Sen felt exhaustion creeping up on him. Warm and safe, he lapsed into a sleep of fervent dreams.

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Sen awoke before dawn, well-rested and motivated by the scenarios his mind had conjured in the night. He quickly shimmied out through the crack in the bark and gazed upon a starry sky. His mind continued to whirr, concocting plans for all he hoped to achieve in this boundless habitat.

Firstly, he was going to construct his nest. The alcove he had formed in the bark was suitable for the time being, but it was a fixed structure. It left no room to expand without harming his tree, something he wouldn't countenance.

Strolling along the branch, Sen picked up a munching noise. The flutterflies were gone, but a hungry horde of inchworms had taken their place. Sen crouched and watched them. They were doing more damage than the flies had, but there was one very useful substance that caterpillars produced.

Silk.

Sidling inquisitively over, Sen inspected the larvae and their depredations. The sooner they pupated, the better, as then they'd stop eating and their silk would be available to harvest. If they weren't due to metamorphose for a long time, it would be prudent to just get rid of them now.

Deciding that could wait until sunrise, Sen instead studied the half-eaten leaves. They were no longer any good for photosynthesis, and pruning them would make way for fresh growth. They'd be his breakfast.

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By the time he was done eating (and trying to stomach the residue of inchworm saliva) the sun was peeking over the mountains. Sen stood and trilled a series of notes, more meaning being added with each layer of sound, until the melody, though not quite forming words, carried meaning. Sen listened as his song faded and the shadows crept down the slopes. Presently, an answer was given, a song deeper and more rhythmic than his. Si-woo was awake too.

Smiling, Sen returned to the worms. He gently patted an average sized individual, and at his touch, it reared up in its defence response, looking exactly like a bare twig. With the insect motionless, Sen concentrated and envisaged four steadfast pillars standing around him. He then laid a hand on the inchworm, transmitting its experiences into his mind. After a short interval, he broke out of his trance, satisfied. This larva was close to pupating, and given their similar size range, the others must be too.

Until they did so, Sen had other jobs to do. Stretching out the lignin in his neck and brushing his feelers, he returned to the tree's trunk and descended. It was nerve-wracking, but he knew he wasn't in serious danger; his negligible mass meant that he wouldn't reach terminal velocity should he fall.

Following the grain of the bark, Sen reached a small burl near the trunk's base and jumped the last foot from there. Landing softly in the fronds and leaf litter, he stood and headed down the creek.

In the preternaturally fertile soil, some of the clipping's he'd planted the previous day were budding already. This warmed his heart, but unfortunately he wasn't the first on the scene. The flutterflies were back, and on small shoots that hadn't yet developed their reproductive structures, they were nothing but a menace.

Sen shouted, racing forward, momentarily forgetting his wings had not regrown and launching himself into the air, only to come stumbling down in an awkward leap. He tottered rapidly ahead, regained his footing and launched himself the last few centimetres at the tarachopterans. They rose into the air, evading him easily, and buzzed off a short distance before settling on another shoot. He drew to a halt and watched them.

If he kept chasing them, he'd only tire himself out. He could see insects on some of the other nearby shoots, and he couldn't target them all at once. Normally he'd resort to his spells in this situation, but he was still feeling a little drained. He didn't reckon he could manage any more after already magicking not long prior.

Maybe he could build some kind of scarebug? But insects reacted more to movement than to shape recognition. Unless it was something that blew constantly in the wind, they'd ignore it. And there wasn't much wind. He sighed. It looked like he was going to have to kill them.

Sen disliked killing animals, but if it came down to them or his trees, there was no contest. Shaking out his limbs, he strode purposefully to the nearest group of flies. He made no attempt to intimidate them, and though they turned to keep an eye on him, they didn't immediately take flight. He paused for a second, tensing his legs. Then he sprang.

The flutterflies rose into the air, but Sen was easily within range now, and knocked one of them into the dust with a well-timed thrust of his palm. This was followed by a slanting heel kick that took its head off in one neat movement.

He covered his nose with one hand and tucked his feelers down with the other as fumes of pungent haemolymph rose. Turning, he saw the others had gotten out of reach. He approached the next sprig. The flies here seemed more wary, and he imagined they could smell their dead congener. This wasn't enough to put them off their meal, however.

Slowing to a tiptoe, Sen got as close as he could. The flies turned, one looking him dead in the eye. He leapt, catching it by its legs and thrusting it down. Landing on its back, it buzzed frantically but couldn't get airborne, and lashed out in panic. Sen yelped as keen tarsal claws lacerated his forearms. Sap welled up through the smarting wounds. Furious, he curled his knuckles and delivered a leopard blow, punching clean through the insect's abdomen and severing it from the thorax.

Sen swayed gently as behind him, the tarachopteran's convulsions ceased. He was bleeding and somewhat winded, but, after catching a breath and letting the sap coalesce over his scratches, felt confident to continue. The flies were now too wary for him to sneak up on, so instead he made repeated runs at them, chasing them back into the air when they tried to land and swatting any that got careless. He wasn't quite sure how long he spent doing this, but after what felt like hours under the sun, he was starting to wilt. Drawing to a halt, he took stock of the situation. Some of the flies had given up and fled, but most remained stubbornly in place. Girding himself, Sen made a final charge at the tarachopterans. His spirits rose as a cloud of them lifted off his plants, and sunk in tandem as they simply picked new ones. He staggered to a smooth, moist root and sprawled out.

After a moment, puzzlement ran through his brain. There were no trees large enough for this root to belong to nearby. And it certainly hadn't been here yesterday. Rising once more, he ran a hand along it. The texture wasn't bark, but… skin. His fingers stopped at a mottled-brown, heavy-lidded eye.

Sen just about stopped himself from jumping two feet in the air. Very, very carefully, he crept back, lips tightly pressed together. But the beast displayed no interest in him. He could now discern a trail where it had hauled itself from the creek. It appeared to have been creeping unnoticed for the last few minutes.

As he watched, the elongate crawler opened a cavernous maw with deliberate, creaking patience. Unlike the mouth of most vertebrates, it was not the bottom jaw that moved, but the top, so it didn't even have to lift its head. As the mouth grew wider and wider, it revealed a stunning, golden throat, and a fringed tongue of a similar colour. This appendage unrolled, spooling like a meaty fern out into the dust.

Enraptured, Sen was overcome with a sweet, heady fragrance. It was so tempting that he nearly took a step forward, before the logical part of his brain snapped into focus. He remained rooted to the spot. Soon, the flutterflies were stirring. The first took flight, followed by another, then many more, all homing in on the alluring tongue. They landed in droves, attempting to feed, only to find their mouthparts gummed by viscous mucous. When they tried to struggle free, the same secretion thwarted their escape. With remarkable speed, the tongue flicked back into the mouth. The creek crawler swallowed in a deep, satisfied manner, then with a sweep of its tail swished back into the water. The ginkgo grove fell silent, untroubled by fluttering.

[angeangelina]

Green Innovations: Exploring the Advantages of Synthetic Lawn and Artificial Landscaping

In today's eco-conscious era, the rise of synthetic lawn and artificial landscaping presents a compelling case for sustainable outdoor solutions. Let's delve into the myriad benefits of these green innovations and their significant contributions to environmentally-friendly landscaping practices.

Synthetic Lawn: Sustainable Beauty

Synthetic lawn, also referred to as artificial turf or fake grass, is a testament to sustainable landscaping. One of its most notable advantages is water conservation; synthetic lawns require no watering, saving thousands of gallons of water annually compared to traditional grass lawns. This eco-friendly feature not only reduces water consumption but also alleviates pressure on local water supplies.

Moreover, synthetic lawns eliminate the need for chemical

pesticides, herbicides, and fertilizers, minimizing harmful runoff into soil and water systems. This promotes a healthier ecosystem and contributes to overall environmental well-being. Additionally, the durability of synthetic turf ensures long-term aesthetic appeal without the constant upkeep associated with natural grass, such as mowing and watering.

Artificial Landscaping: Versatile and Low-Maintenance

Artificial landscaping extends beyond synthetic lawns to include artificial plants, trees, and decorative elements. These elements offer versatility and low-maintenance benefits, making them ideal for residential and commercial landscapes alike. Artificial plants and trees require no watering, pruning, or pest control, reducing ongoing maintenance efforts and costs.

Furthermore, artificial landscaping allows for creative freedom in design, as it is not limited by soil conditions, sunlight exposure, or seasonal changes. Property owners can create lush and vibrant outdoor spaces year-round, enhancing curb appeal and creating inviting environments without the need for constant upkeep.

Environmental Impact: A Greener Future

The adoption of synthetic lawn and artificial landscaping practices contributes significantly to environmental conservation. By conserving water, reducing chemical usage, and minimizing maintenance requirements, these green innovations play a vital role in promoting sustainable landscaping practices. They also help combat urban heat island effects by providing cooler surfaces compared to traditional paved areas or natural grass lawns.

Conclusion: Pioneering Sustainable Landscaping

In conclusion, synthetic lawn and artificial landscaping represent pioneering solutions in sustainable landscaping. Their water-saving capabilities, reduced chemical usage, and low-maintenance nature make them invaluable assets in creating beautiful, eco-friendly outdoor spaces. By embracing these green innovations, we take significant strides towards a greener future and a more environmentally-conscious approach to landscaping.

[evoldir]

Fwd: Workshop: UFlorida.PolarGenomics.Jul22-23

Begin forwarded message: > From: evoldir@evol.biology.mcmaster.ca > Subject: Workshop: UFlorida.PolarGenomics.Jul22-23 > Date: 9 April 2024 at 05:28:20 BST > To: rdmpage@gmail.com > > > > NSF-sponsored Workshop: Detecting adaptive evolutionary events in > genomes of polar species at the Whitney Laboratory for Marine Bioscience, > St. Augustine, Florida A series of workshops were funded by the National > Science Foundation through awards#1935635and#1935672.  Below is the > information for the upcoming 2024 workshop: A two-day workshop will > be held at the Whitney Laboratory for Marine Bioscience (University of > Florida) in 2024 (July 22 & 23). Participants should plan to arrive on > the afternoon of July 21st and depart in the morning or afternoon on > July 24th. The workshop organizers, Dr. Scott Santagata and Dr. Joseph > Ryan, will lead participants through a series of computational exercises > using our SELECTINGS pipeline (https://ift.tt/Dxn7JUK) > having the following goals: > (1) Construct orthologous gene assignments (OrthoFinder), prune >     paralogous genes (PhyloPYPruner), align orthologous gene (MAFFT), >     and multi-gene phylogenetic relationships (IQ-TREE); > (2) Establish collaborative research groups to test for genes under >     positive selection from diverse organisms and habitats (e.g., >     polar, terrestrial, marine, tropical) using genomic and >     transcriptomic datasets; > (3) Evaluate current analytical methods for determining positive >     selection (e.g., PAML, HyPHy) and their statistical significance; > > Participants are encouraged to work with their own NGS-based datasets, but > sample datasets will also be provided and analyzed using a bioinformatics > platform. Applicants with transcriptomic datasets that span ecological > boundaries (e.g. high vs. low latitudinal habitats, marine vs. freshwater > habitats, deep vs. shallow water habitats, etc.) will be given > priority. However, anyone who is interested in learning these techniques > is encouraged to apply.  Lodging will be provided at the Guy Harvey > Resort in St. Augustine Beach, FLand participants will be reimbursed for > lodging and travel after the workshop. We will provide transportation > between the hotel and the Whitney Laboratory where the workshop will > take place. Funds will also be provided to offset the costs of round trip > travel based on the number of participants and demonstrated need. Workshop > facilities and housing are in accordance with ADA guidelines and we > will work with any participants needing accommodations. Details for > reimbursable costs will be provided upon acceptance.  Researchers from > underrepresented groups and/or with disabilities are particularly > encouraged to apply. Workshop will include a code of conduct to > help ensure a safe and inclusive space. The workshop will incorporate > structured participation to ensure balance in participation and encourage > inclusion. It will include activities that facilitate interaction within > small groups. Mentorship opportunities will be facilitated through > encouraging post-workshop interaction and mentoring.  To apply please > visit https://ift.tt/C2Xyuse.  The application > (due date: May 17, 2024) requires: A) Current CV, B) 400-word description > detailing your research experiences and how this workshop fits into your > overall career goals, and C) Estimated funds needed for round trip travel. > > Scott Santagata, Associate Professor > Department of Biology > Life Sciences Building, Room 261 > Long Island University-Post > 720 Northern Blvd. > Greenvale, NY 11548-1300 > Phone:516-299-3029 > Website: https://ift.tt/n4XxwPE > Researchgate: https://ift.tt/fxWAa8y > > > Scott Santagata

[proarbcanterbury1]

The Role of Tree Services Christchurch

In the heart of New Zealand's picturesque South Island lies Christchurch, a vibrant city known for its natural beauty and lush greenery. Amidst its urban landscape, trees stand tall, providing shade, oxygen, and a sense of tranquility. Ensuring the health and vitality of these arboreal wonders falls into the capable hands of Tree Services Christchurch, a leading provider of arboricultural solutions dedicated to enhancing the city's green spaces.

Founded with a vision to harmonize urban development with environmental preservation, Tree Services Christchurch has emerged as a cornerstone in the city's efforts to maintain its green canopy. With a team of skilled arborists and cutting-edge equipment, the company offers a comprehensive suite of services tailored to the diverse needs of residential, commercial, and municipal clients.

One of the primary functions of Tree Services Christchurch is tree maintenance and care. Through regular pruning, trimming, and shaping, the company ensures that trees remain healthy, structurally sound, and aesthetically pleasing. This proactive approach not only enhances the visual appeal of urban landscapes but also mitigates potential hazards such as falling branches or weakened trees during adverse weather conditions.

In addition to maintenance, Tree Services Christchurch specializes in tree removal when necessary. Whether due to disease, storm damage, or urban development projects, the safe and efficient removal of trees requires specialized expertise and equipment. The company's trained arborists employ industry-best practices to assess the situation, develop a strategic removal plan, and execute the task with precision, prioritizing safety and minimal disruption to the surrounding environment.

Beyond tree maintenance and removal, Tree Services Christchurch is committed to promoting environmental sustainability through tree planting and preservation initiatives. Recognizing the vital role of trees in mitigating climate change, improving air quality, and enhancing biodiversity, the company collaborates with local communities and organizations to plant native species and establish green corridors that connect urban areas with natural habitats.

Furthermore, Tree Services Christchurch offers consultancy services to assist clients in making informed decisions regarding tree management and conservation. Whether advising homeowners on tree selection and planting or assisting municipalities in developing urban forestry strategies, the company's arborists leverage their expertise to promote the long-term health and sustainability of urban tree populations.

In addition to its core services, Tree Services Christchurch prioritizes customer satisfaction and professionalism in every aspect of its operations. From initial consultation to project completion, the company maintains open communication channels, transparent pricing, and a commitment to exceeding client expectations. This dedication to excellence has earned Tree Services Christchurch a stellar reputation within the community and garnered repeat business and referrals from satisfied customers.

Moreover, Tree Services Christchurch places a strong emphasis on safety, investing in ongoing training and adhering to strict industry standards and regulations. The company's arborists are equipped with state-of-the-art safety gear and follow rigorous safety protocols to minimize risks and ensure a secure working environment for both personnel and clients.

As a socially responsible organization, Tree Services Christchurch actively engages in community outreach and education initiatives to raise awareness about the importance of trees and environmental conservation. Through workshops, seminars, and public outreach campaigns, the company endeavors to foster a culture of environmental stewardship and inspire individuals to take action to protect and preserve urban green spaces.

Looking ahead, Tree Services Christchurch remains committed to its mission of enhancing urban landscapes and promoting environmental sustainability through innovative arboricultural solutions. With a focus on professionalism, safety, and customer satisfaction, the company continues to set the benchmark for excellence in tree care and maintenance in Christchurch and beyond.

In conclusion, Tree Services Christchurch plays a pivotal role in shaping the urban landscape of Christchurch, ensuring the health, vitality, and sustainability of its treasured trees. Through a comprehensive range of services, a commitment to excellence, and a dedication to environmental stewardship, the company exemplifies the intersection of urban development and environmental conservation, embodying the essence of a green cityscape for generations to come.

[higueratreecare2]

Greening San Diego: The Importance of Tree Planting Services

Introduction

Nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the picturesque landscapes of Southern California, San Diego is renowned for its natural beauty and outdoor lifestyle. Yet, as urbanization continues to encroach upon our green spaces, the importance of Tree Planting Services becomes increasingly evident. In this blog, we’ll explore the significance of tree planting in San Diego and how professional services are crucial in fostering a healthier, more sustainable environment.

The Importance of Tree Planting in San Diego

San Diego’s unique climate and diverse ecosystems make it an ideal environment for tree growth. However, rapid urban development and environmental challenges pose threats to our greenery. Tree planting plays a vital role in mitigating these threats and preserving our natural heritage. Here’s why:

Air Quality Improvement: Trees act as natural air filters, absorbing pollutants such as carbon dioxide, ozone, and particulate matter, while releasing oxygen. With San Diego’s growing population and traffic congestion, planting trees helps improve air quality, making our city healthier for residents and visitors alike.

Temperature Regulation: Tree Planting San Diego’s Mediterranean climate brings hot, dry summers and mild winters. Trees provide much-needed shade and help regulate temperatures, reducing the urban heat island effect. By planting trees strategically, we can create cooler, more comfortable environments in our neighborhoods and urban areas.

Biodiversity Support: Trees are essential for supporting biodiversity by providing habitat and food for birds, insects, and other wildlife. San Diego’s rich ecosystem is home to a diverse array of plant and animal species, many of which rely on trees for survival. Planting native trees helps maintain biodiversity and preserve the region’s ecological balance.

Soil Conservation: Tree roots help prevent soil erosion, stabilize slopes, and improve soil structure. In San Diego, where hilly terrain is common, trees play a crucial role in preventing erosion and protecting our landscapes from degradation.

Aesthetic Enhancement: Beyond their environmental benefits, trees enhance the beauty and character of our neighborhoods and public spaces. From towering palm trees to majestic oaks, the diverse array of tree species in San Diego adds to the city’s charm and allure.

Professional Tree Planting Services in San Diego

While planting a tree may seem like a simple task, professional tree planting services offer expertise, experience, and resources that are essential for successful tree establishment. Here’s how professional services can make a difference:

Site Assessment: Professional arborists assess the planting site to determine soil conditions, sunlight exposure, and other factors that impact tree growth. This helps ensure that the right tree species are selected for optimal performance.

Species Selection: Choosing the right tree species is critical for long-term success. Professional arborists recommend native and climate-appropriate species that are well-suited to San Diego’s unique environment.

Proper Planting Techniques: Professional Tree Planting Services employ proper planting techniques to ensure the tree’s health and longevity. This includes digging the right-sized hole, amending the soil as needed, and providing proper care and maintenance after planting.

Post-Planting Care: Professional services often include post-planting care and maintenance, such as watering, pruning, and pest management, to help newly planted trees establish strong roots and thrive in their new environment.

Conclusion

Tree planting San diego is not just about adding greenery to our surroundings; it’s about investing in the health, beauty, and sustainability of our city. By partnering with professional tree planting services, we can ensure that trees are planted thoughtfully, strategically, and with the expertise needed to thrive in San Diego’s unique climate and landscape. Together, we can cultivate a greener, more vibrant future for generations to come.