#Tree Service Hickory

[hollarbrothers]

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[forbidden-sorcery]

Finally got internet back. Been out for two days. Luckily my specific area was spared the worst of the hurricane (I live less than a mile from a river but I drove by a few times and it was full but not flooding) but the counties south and north of here were straight up fucking wrecked. Like a fifteen minute drive south there's multiple rivers there that overflowed and fucked them up. And there was the runoff from the mountains. The Unicoi hospital evacuation went viral I guess. Their river down there was the worst flooded in the entire region, water almost up to the hospital roof, choppers had to wait for winds to die down to evacuate people from the roof. Seems like the entire NC/TN/VA border just got run over with flooding. I have family in Hickory and although I don't think it was too bad there either, haven't been able to get ahold of them since friday morning, probably downed trees causing service outages. Asheville looks like a war zone, I finally heard from a friend there last night and it's terrible. Phone service is slowly coming back in a lot of the worst hit areas and we're gonna hear a lot of awful shit soon. Hope anyone out there in the region is alright and staying safe.

[kimberly40]

Fall Foliage Folklore:

Today we have the National Weather Service and Accuweather. But before the coming of science-based weather forecasting, we attempted to see predictions and indicators in the natural world.

Here is some weather folklore focused on trees, leaves, nuts and more in the fall:

•The brighter the leaf colors in fall, the colder and snowier will be the winter.

•The earlier fall color peaks, the milder will be the winter.

•Leaves that drop early portend a mild winter. Leaves that cling to their trees later into autumn foreshadow a severe winter.

•When plants that usually bloom in spring have a second bloom in fall, expect a cold winter.

•Ground that is covered by acorns in the fall will be covered by snow throughout winter.

•Tree branches cracking and snapping in the fall forecast a coming period of dry weather.

•When a persimmon seed is cut open, the white marking inside reveals the following information about the coming winter: If it's shaped like a knife, winter's winds will be biting and the season will be cold. It it's shaped like a fork, expect a relatively average winter. If it looks like spoon, expect to shovel plenty of snow.

•An unusually thick shell on a hickory nut promises an unusually cold winter.

The common thread running through all those bits of folklore is the fact that each one tells us more about conditions leading into the fall - growing conditions and climate - than about conditions down the road.

Nevertheless, folklore is fun to play around with, just to discover how true it will hold.

Also, here are a couple common myths about fall color:

•More myth than folklore: Anthocyanin, the molecule that gives leaves their red color, is produced only in late summer and fall.

-The facts: Leaf color is determined by relative amounts of chlorophyll (green), carotenoid (yellow) and anthocyanin (red). Although anthocyanin is at a high in the fall, it is present at other times of the year, which explains leaves that sprout red in the spring before turning green.

•More myth than folklore: Trees leaves turn red in the fall as a defense against insects or the sun.

-The facts: Lab-based research has not borne out that hypothesis.

*Pictured is Buck Creek Gap at Milepost: 344.2 on the Blue Ridge Parkway in McDowell County, North Carolina

[fishrpg]

2024-12-13: Kentucky (Hex 13)

The roads are mostly two-lane as they wind through the Appalachian mountains. Dense forest of hickory, oak, and maple on the sides of the road make it looks like traveling through a tunnel. Moonshiners and folk witches assuredly lurk in these woods.

Notable Feature: Cave Guano (Resource)

Kentucky is home to many documented cave systems, and many more that are undocumented. Caves in the state are home to healthy bat populations, and guano from these bats is a convenient source of saltpeter AKA potassium nitrate that is used in gunpowder. For every 4 hours a person spends harvesting and processing guano, it will yield enough gunpowder to fire 100 rounds of ammunition (or it can be blown up all at once with the force of a stick of dynamite). There is enough guano readily available in the caves for 9 harvests before they are depleted. Guano renews at the rate of 1 harvest worth per month.

Lair: Lizardmen!

Amphibious, humanoid lizardfolk lurk in the woods close to water in these parts, though they are known to roam in areas humans frequent when food is scarce. They are very intelligent and naturally very curious about the structures and machines that humans build, but they also view humans as a food source. Lizardfolk are ambush predators that prefer to pick off people or large game near water, but they will also climb trees and drop from above as a hunting tactic. Right now the lizardfolk are venturing into human territory since the usual hunting grounds are coming up empty. Until the lizardfolk can find a reliable food source (or be slain/evicted from the area), encounters in this hex or the adjacent ones are much more likely and will almost assuredly involve ambush attempts by lizardfolk.

Service Station: Perdition Holler 1-Stop

Not a lot of traffic or businesses in these parts, so the businesses that are here diversify by necessity. Sure, there's the snacks, cigarettes, and fuel you might find at any gas station. But there's also local moonshine, hand rolled cigars, a sparse grocery store, and a place to get mystical supplies to ward off evil. Psychic readings are also available upon request.

The proprietor is a wife-and-husband who go by Miss Ruthie and Mr. Abraham. Miss Ruthie is the primary brains behind the business and its operations, though Mr. Abraham is responsible for making the moonshine and using his gift of psychic sensitivities to see beyond the veil of mortal consciousness. No one is sure of Ruthie or Abraham's last name, though the general consensus is that some mountain trickster stole their name for occult purposes. Even tax records and official government documents just address them by their first name.

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Fall Webworm

Hyphantria cunea

The fall webworm is in the family Erebidae. Described by Dru Dury in 1773, this moth is known for creating webbed nests as caterpillars and living in them until the pupa stage. They are considered pests in some areas due to their tendency to defoliate trees while feeding as larva and are known as an invasive species in East Asia.

Description Adult moths are mostly white in color with white legs that are black/brown and white in color. The top two legs are orange on the segment closest to the body. Under the eyes are patches of the same orange color and on occasion there are orange spots on the abdomen. In the north, the wings are completely white while in the south, the wings are speckled with brown or black spots.

Average wingspan: 38.5 mm (≈1.5 in)

Diet and Habitat The fall webworm feeds on just about any type of deciduous tree and can defoliate entire beaches or trees. In the eastern U.S., these moths prefer pecan trees, black walnut, American elm, hickory, fruit trees, persimmon, and sweetgum. In the west, alder, willow, cottonwood and fruit trees are commonly eaten. Adult moths do not feed.

This species is native to North America, ranging from Canada to Mexico, was introduced into other continents in the 1940s, and has since then spread. First recorded in 1949, this moth was introduced to the former nation of Yugoslavia and spread from France to the Caspian Sea and further into central Asia: Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and southeastern Kazakhstan. When introduced to Japan in 1945, it spread to generations per year since its arrival.[5] It spread into China, southern Mongolia, Korea and southern Primorsky Krai of Russia. Now it is considered holarctic, meaning found in almost all regions of the Northern Hemisphere.

Mating The mating season starts in late June and lasts until early July. In the northern part of North America, this species has one generation per year. The larvae hatch and live in late summer through early fall. In the south, which is cons to be under an approximate latitude of 40°N, there are two or more generations annually and nests appear progressively earlier the further south you go. Male fall webworms are typically only available for mating for about 30–60 minutes per day. This moth even shows a form of fall parental behavior. The female will try to protect the eggs after oviposition by covering her newly laid eggs with her abdomen hairs. Females lay the eggs on the underside of the host plants’ leaves in groups of about 100.

Predators The fall webworm has many predators such as Monomorium minimum, Vespula spp., Coleomegilla maculata, and Rogas hyphantriae.This species is parasitized by around 50 species, such as the flies Musca domestica and Muscina stabulans, and parasitic wasps such as Chouioia cunea and Therion morio. There are also several species of microsporida (unicellular spore parasites) such as Nosema necatrix Kramer, Weiser, and Nosema bombycis that are harmful. This species is also harmed by several viruses such as granulovirus and nucleopolyhedrosis virus. The caterpillars protect and defend themselves by shaking and jerking together, giving off a repellant scent, and irritants on their hairs or spines.

Fun Fact The fall webworm is a social insect as groups of caterpillars live in spun nests made from webs. These webs have many benefits like finding of mates, temperature regulation, increased growth rate, and protection from predators. However they also result in higher rates of infections and predation.

(Source: Wikipedia, USDA Forest Service, Missouri Department of Conservation)

@turkeygamemaster

[yvoi]

got tagged by @enchanteddaydreams to put my spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and post 10 songs! im bored on the train so big yes (im on mobile so sorry if anything is broken)

1. In My Head - We Are Scientists

2. Why May I Not Go Out and Climb The Trees? - Daniel Norgren

3. The Pit - Public Service Broadcasting

4. Heart of Hickory - Major Parkinson

5. If I Was An Old Man - Canon Tyler

6. In Our Talons - Bowerbirds

7. Roslyn - Bon Iver

8. Tanz Mit Mir - Faun

9. Laat Mij In Die Waan - Guus Meeuwis 🫥

10. Wild World - Love Is Colder Than Death

thanks for tagging me!!!! my victims are @antinous @hellzabeth @demiurgicfeline @ersatz-nonsense @growleaf if u want

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

I took you two to the Popsicles on the Patio PTA event at Gus's school. Y'all sucked down your Popsicles and I tried to pay attention to the meeting information, but it was useless, so we bounced to the playground with all the other kids. There was a big game of freeze tag happening. We bounced after Gus and Isaac accidentally bumped heads when they ran into each other. It got Gus on the back of the head and he recovered quickly, but Isaac took it just below his eye -- he'll have a decent shiner.

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 9.6.2023 - 5.46pm.

SIDENOTE: We had a tree service take down the hickory beside our house today so that our solar panels get more sunlight (and it needed to go anyway because it was a big tree in a small space). Our solar panels still aren't operational, but that's fine because the solar company is reimbursing us for payments made on the panels until they are ready to go).

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Sweeps

The railway company called them Sweeps. Not as an official title, not the sort of thing you might read on a job listing, which employed the far more sophisticated innuendo of 'track maintenance' and 'sanitation'. But there was only one way that train tracks became unsanitary.

"You reckon we can just dispose of this one?" Jasminder asked.

The corpse before them had been mangled, ironed and trouser-pressed. It was to the human form what a hickory rocking chair was to a tree. Working backward, it seemed like red hair and brown leather had featured heavily in the list of ingredients, and so Jasminder assumed that she had been a relatively young woman. Either that, or a well-tanned highland cow.

Most of them were jumpers, the bodies. Some fallen. Some pushed. The police would come and satisfy themselves, taking whatever they needed to be sure, and the Sweeps were left behind with the viscera and the stench. Even the forensics people never got all of it. Blood had a way of seeping into nooks and crannies, and Jasminder had been trained to get in after it.

He'd been a Sweep for six months now. In his view, the name was an even worse fit than their bright orange uniforms - it sounded cuddly, domestic, fun for all the family. He was reminded of his childhood: Sooty and Sweep, or those Mary Poppins, Oliver Twist characters that he supposed could be described as both. But standing here now, above a pool of drying blood, that childhood had never seemed further away.

His colleague, Navdeep, shook his head. "Fine chance."

Jasminder nodded. Under Article 4.1 of the Terms of Service, all Passengers were required to have a Valid Ticket before travelling, and those who failed to present one on request were subject to a fine of up to £1,000. In Navdeep's view, being dead was no excuse, and the deceased were legally subject to the same checks as anybody else. Nowhere did the Terms of Service specify the need for a pulse.

It seemed an extreme tactic, even for fare dodgers, who mostly opted to run down the train or hide out in the toilets, but there was always the possibility that their corpse was also a criminal - and if there was chance that they could levy a legitimate fine without the usual protests, Navdeep was of the view that they should take it. More revenue always kept the bosses happy, and drew their eye from anything else that might be going on.

Jasminder dared his feet a step closer. Ticket or not, this body didn't seem to have dodged much else. He looked down upon presumably-her remains, and really didn't fancy rummaging through the result: the ruined clothes would be difficult to search - her pockets full of flesh, her flesh full of pockets - and there was no guarantee that a paper ticket would have fared any better. Besides, people were starting to buy them online, and it didn't seem fair to charge her just because she couldn't share the password for her phone.

"Shouldn't we wait for the cops?" he asked, seeking excuses for his reluctance.

"Oh, right," Navdeep replied. "I'm sure they'll be furious if they show up and you have an ID all ready to give them, saving them from having to root around in there themselves. Come on, relax - you know I'll alibi you for any fingerprints. Let's see what we can find."

Not all of the profit went to their bosses. A Sweep would sometimes find something, when checking or clearing a body, and pocket it for their own safekeeping. It was a perk of the job, as Navdeep had explained it. It wasn't graverobbing, he said, if you did it before they were buried. Besides, if undertakers could charge fees, why not a cut for the first stage in that process? Jasminder knew they weren't paid enough for this. Why not get a little compensation from the suicide themselves?

It had been a persuasive case, especially once Jasminder had worked a few jobs, seen the lengths they were expected to go, and even the things they were expected to see. A little extra cash felt like the least he deserved, particularly as the body couldn't take it with them. If they'd decided to jump, it was only polite for them to tip the guy who cleaned up after their mess. He wouldn't want to make them impolite, now, would he? Especially in the moments after death, as certain religions would see them facing judgement.

They took turns, more or less. This time his name had been pulled from the hat, so he had to pull the hat from the viscera. It was a roll of the dice: the work was awful, but there was always the chance of that accidental boon, a piece of buried treasure soaked in blood. There were times when Jasminder had found a wallet full of cash, now plastic and able to be cleared down with a disposable wipe. The best had been the broken promise of an engagement ring; an actual diamond in the rough.

It was the luck of the draw, and they explained a sudden flush of cash along those lines: there was the fiction of a workplace pool, a sweepstake, enough to answer any questions at home. The Sweep's take could be even more than the fine, if they found something that wouldn't be too badly missed. There were no losers. At worst, a sweep might expect their disgust to be in vain, delving in the offal for nought but blood under their fingernails.

But then there were stories, or what survived of them: tales curtailed before the end, whispers hushed as they began. Rumours of what happened when a Sweep found not a boon, but a liability; uncovering something that they weren't meant to find. They were mostly jumpers, the bodies - and in this case, mostly leather jacket - but some were pushed. Because of anger. Hatred. Jealousy. Or because of secrets that the killer hoped to bury with their bones.

"Have you found anything?" Navdeep called down from the platform, impatient as ever.

"Not yet," Jasminder replied, his fingers tracing the outline of the envelope. Some of the leather had belonged to a briefcase, he surmised, having found the remnants of its combination lock. But he couldn't find any other trace of its contents. Whatever this letter was, it seemed to have been important - perhaps enough to kill over.

Or perhaps it was just private. It made sense to check that, first, he thought; before he gave it over to the cops, and someone's secrets were scanned onto a database for anyone to see. He would just give it a quick read through. Given the way the deceased had suffered, it seemed the very least that he could do.

"Not yet."

[hanselbelle]

The Heart of Sunnyville III

Before Aling Tesa’s roosters crow, vehicles of the elders who must go to work sneak out of the gates of Sunnyville 3. With the sun not out, the stars and moon dominating the dark blue sky, the school services of the children come and go unnoticed, except, if you’re listening close enough, for the murmurs of their parents’ goodbye. 

A hint of red appears in the sky; red turns to orange; orange turns to yellow: the sun has risen up, telling the moon and the stars to go to sleep, and saying hello to the subdivision as it engulfs the entire place with its brightness and warmth. The plants in front of each house light up at the kiss of their friend, their roots that are buried deep into the soil inside their pots grow longer and thicker, their stems and petals become vibrant in delight. Smiling old women grab their watering cans to water their lovely plants until their smiles turn into grins at the sight of them blooming. Some of these women stay in front of their houses to bask in the sunlight to get their Vitamin D, some will return back inside to prepare breakfast for their grandchildren who are not old enough for school yet. But not Aling Remy: she refills her watering cans to water the plants at the park. In turn, the mango and banana trees sprout fruit for Aling Remy to take. 

The peace is disrupted by the time the owner of the dogs, and the parents with their infant or toddler walk around the now sunny Sunnyville. They walk around the five long streets, walking through the crevices between houses. The elders chat, the dogs bark at each other, the infants and toddlers babble and laugh, and in the middle of Sunnyville where all the streets lead to, there lies the heart of this place: the park that owes its being to Aling Remy. There they meet, welcomed by the stray dogs and cats who claimed it; acting like kings and queens who demand food from their visitors. At the park, nature is alive. There the fresh wind blows, the earthy smell of soil ushers the passersby to sit on the bench and join the conversation of those who are already there. 

Four houses down the park, an elevated bungalow with concrete rails stands quaintly surrounded by two-or-more-story modern houses. My tiny body sits on its concrete rail with my uncle’s camera at hand, filming the scenery until my great-grandma beckons me inside to make me breakfast because I am not old enough to go to school yet.

Moss covered our concrete front porch, basella alba serves as the curtain of the porch which my uncle and father trim twice a month. Potted plants line up on either side of the stairs, syngonium in wilkins bottle pots are hanging on the wall beside the door. Three plastic chairs outside by the window: a perfect place to bask in the sun early in the morning, that is, when basella alba are recently cut. 

Opening our oak wood door allows the breeze to pass through the wind chime, eliciting a cadence of the soothing clang of clapper against the tiny iron tubes. The walls are painted lime green, the pecan-colored laminated floor smooth beneath my bare feet after I stepped out of our grey welcome mat. Above the door frame is a portrait of my two younger sisters and me drawn by my father, next to it is a plain brown-framed square wall clock. By the window, an old tube TV was on a black stand. Across is a brown sofa set with duct tapes instead of stitches — in my uncle’s defense, bringing it to an upholsterer might damage it more. In the middle is a round hickory brown coffee table where I prefer to sit despite the chidings of the elders; they say being close to the TV will harm my eyesight. Little did they know, I find myself more adorable wearing eyeglasses. The spaciousness of our living room obliges us to run, and even ride our bikes with training wheels without worrying about destroying anything. 

Connected to the living room is the dining room; its walls are decorated with long narrow portraits of Chinese art, and a mirror large enough to fill half the measure of the wall. There is the extended wooden dining table; extended when my father’s family grew up. The chairs, like the table, are wooden. Three out of ten of those chairs have pillows on them, so the children can reach their food. A door in the living room is my uncle’s bedroom, while the one in the dining room is my father’s. Between is where the bathroom is located. 

As my uncle got a job abroad, his room got converted into my siblings' and my room. A full-sized bed, two study tables, and a large dresser are inside. The window has a sill where I like to kneel, with my elbows on the window frame, my cheeks on my palms. On the wall are posters of various cartoon characters, and yet another portrait of me and my siblings. I deemed the corner as a solitary space: a space enough for my body to fit, serene enough to fill my imagination with books and k-zone magazines on my lap. This area I love for obscure reasons is the area that gave me a wonderful childhood; an area that taught me to love quietness and stories. 

In my parents’ room, which has been my father’s room since he was a teen, has its walls covered in band posters, paintings, and doodles. My mother once had complained about it, insisting to have it repainted, but my father would disagree saying that his room is the sole reminder of his creative youth. Though a mere child, I find his argument hypocritical, for he would pinch my sister’s hip whenever he would find a pencil or crayon-drawn stick figures on the wall. 

The kitchen is my least favorite part of the house: located at the very back, the light dimmed, and unnervingly silent. Once, a family friend who claimed to have her third eye open, said a white lady lives beside the sink. I always wondered if that is the reason why my great-grandmother and grandparents live in a separate house, preferring to visit us in the morning and afternoon, and would haste to leave before dusk. 

At four in the afternoon, after waking up from a long nap, hours after my school service escorts me back home: I kiss my mother’s cheeks before coming down to our moss-covered stairs that used to be perilous for my younger self. 

Kuya Aiden, a boy four years older than me, awaits me on the basketball court with our other friends. Roaring shouts of young boys are tolerated until six, but until then, their thundering voices are heard throughout the subdivision along with the cheers of the watchers. 

By the time we get bored, we will go back to our respective houses to grab our bikes (mine with training wheels) and meet each other in front of Ate Diane’s house across the park. The wind, as I like to think, greets me when it whistles, making the leaves of the trees rustle in response, as though greeting me just as exuberantly as the wind. “You’re punctual,” my friends often tease me, laughing and jabbing my sides, saying that I must have gotten awards for being the most punctual student in the class. I laugh, of course, I laugh hard as they do. I appease them with a nod of my head, agreeing that I was snubbed for not receiving the said award. Call me selfish if the reader must, but I enjoy the hug of the coolness of the park. Its whistles and breeze are made for me. The park might be our rendezvous, but it is I’s and the wind’s tryst. 

The laughter winds down (no pun intended), the jokes get old, Kuya Aiden pedals his bike, and we follow him like his own little army. This is the part where the residents complain; whining at how loud my friends’ hollers are, how the thuds of our bikes clatter when we pass the rumble streets, the continued hitting of the bells of our bikes that some confuse as the bell of Mamang Binatog: grumpy residents learned to hate afternoons because of us, but who does not love the noise of the laughter of the children besides old people? Certainly, not the streets of Sunnyville, for as we pedal faster and louder, the sun shines brighter causing sweat to trickle down our backs and faces, the swoosh that trails us — Sunnyville, I believe, thanks us by filling the noiseless void of its streets. Along with the singing of the birds and the barks of the dogs, we fill it with the colors of our fast-ending youth. 

On the third left turn from the park, on the third street, we are met by an intimidating slope. It is steep, and when one mistakenly swerves their handlebar, one might crash into a house that forces one to roll down the slope and end up wounded. Young, dumb, and free as we are, we take the danger as a challenge, especially me, who has training wheels — what should I fear? The wound will hurt, sure, but the wound will heal. I may fall, but the concretes of Sunnyville will catch me. My pride is bigger than the number of wounds I can get, and so I push the pedal forward with my tiny feet: at the tender age of 10, I have never felt more alive. 

Once drenched and reeking, Kuya Aiden looks up at the setting sun knowing it is his responsibility to bring us home before dark. It is the sun’s call to stop us from exhausting ourselves, the moon and star’s duty to guide us home safe if we ever decide to stay for a while, and if we do stay until the night, the gates of the subdivision protect us from the harm the outside may bring. And so the blue sky turns to yellow, to orange, to red, and to black; the court turns mute; the streets silent — Kuya Aiden flicks his flashlight on, and a little army of ants in a colony that we are, we follow our leader to lead us back to our homes. 

The joke of punctuality is now long forgotten among our group of friends, it is replaced by “when’s the wedding?” and “yies” and coos directed to Kuya Aiden and me. He responds with a hearty laugh whenever the joke is brought up, not knowing the concept of love, but dreaming and seeking it as an oblivious teenager. I, too, laugh, and unlike Kuya Aiden, I have found love in the solitary of the night the park gives. 

Eight in the evening is the perfect time for him to pick me up from home; the perfect time to walk down the streets towards the park; the perfect time to look at the night sky; the perfect time to gaze up at Orion; the perfect time to appreciate the hues of orange emitted by the street lights; the perfect time to hold his strong arm — the perfect time to be. 

Stray cats and dogs are already fed at this time, all are sleeping soundly on the benches and stone tables. We pick up the cats on the bench we prefer to sit, place them on our laps and pet them until they go back to their deep slumbers. Under the night sky with trees hovering over us, Sunnyville knows better than to assume Kuya Aiden and I are the lovers in this scenario. Sunnyville knows my love for the park: it saw the way I gaped at the park when I was 4, it knows the reason why I hurry to bike my way to feel the breeze before my friends could when I was 9, and it understands why I bring my best friend there with me every chance I can get at night when I turned 14. 

With the serenity of the dark, the hushed conversations and secrets we say are guarded by the trees who swore not to tell anyone. At the park, we are honest and bold: we unleash our skeletons from our closet, we talk about the things we’re not supposed to talk about, and we confess our infatuations for the people we are not supposed to love. At the park, he cried when he loved a man. The coldness envelopes us with comfort and assurance, the park lets us be us without judgment. At the heart of Sunnyville, my heart first beat for love, and at 15, when my uncle sold our house to move to another place, my heart broke into two: I buried the other half deep into the soil of the park, hoping it will sow another tree and will bear a fruit for Aling Remy to take.  

[cedar-glade]

Maria and Ron’s home stead, doing tree work on storm damaged hickory in west liberty, ky.

4 th growth hickory oak woodland, has a spring in their hollow( pronounced holler’) couldn’t repel down that day because of work, they are building two cabins run by fire and passive solar. The hills had been logged 3 times before ron bought the property, one second growth tree remains on the 106 acre strip logged site. The primary species was pignut hickory, a dense slow grown wood.

My friend Tlyer who was at Shawnee tree at the time who I used to work with at Lester was with me, amazing person, he’s now with my friend Jonah, with lefke tree service, specifically Ben Lefke’s crew in Florida doing post hurricane work.

Tyler taught me how to tie basal anchors and how to set up srt (now called SRS) to work a year prior to this. I haven’t seen him since last February when I took these pictures.

[lite-life-originalseries]

I was explaining this the other day with friends and thought to disclose here

Geopolitics of Citioms and Settlements in Authoriel

Why many Lem settlements are developed/built in or around Draconic Elem territories: upsides and strategy.

In the world of Authoriel, many big settlements can often be found nestled in or close by the territory of nomadic or solitary draconic elems. Draconic territories can range in size given the type of dragon they are; typically ranging from being: 2–5 acres (the smallest), to 10–20 acres (the average, sometimes being combined territories after courtship), or 34–50 Acres (the largest, rarer expanse as these were once the given sizes of Draconic settlements before the “Flash Blizzard” caused a sudden evacuation of many ancient settlements).

Why would an elem choose to settle in draconic territory?

After the bleed out of maurundy valley, many settlements were at risk of invasions and raids; so as a safety precaution leaders of these territories will seek out a nearby draconic in hopes to get guaranteed protection just as long as they respect the traditions and codes of the draconic who’s territory they decide to live in.

These traditions and codes are built mostly on: honor, respect, honesty, and trading/exchange of goods.

While living mostly “brutish” lives, they uphold a system of mutual respect and good showmanship. Meaning if they have territorial disputes with other draconic elems they’ll settle by having a battle where both will use their draconic forms to uphold the tradition and rules; whoever can overpower or outlast the challenger wins the dispute which is in the majority of instances: territorial. However, if both are at a stalemate that lasts longer than two days they both will have to share the territory.

How can you tell if you are close or in draconic territory?

Many draconic elems will either make landmarks or engrave their personal Signia on trees or boulders. But even before you can find one, the biggest giveaway is the strong aroma that if left on whatever they can really scratch their scaly hide against. Like most reptiles and mammals who mark with sent, draconic elems will musk to mark their territories via special glands located on the draconic form’s cheeks, neck, abdomen and hip.

A draconic elems musk can range in smell with distinct odors that can be put on a scale of subtle/tolerable to overpowering/putrid! Many will describe the musk as the following:

‘As pleasant as a smoked roasted beast’

‘A boiled pit of salt and sulfur’

‘3 week old sun dried aquatic corpse’

‘Rotted flesh’

‘Fermented shark’

‘Worse than a bloated skunk’

‘Pine and charred hickory’

What’s stopping someone from invading these settlements exactly?

The reason many don’t dare try to mess with settlements located in draconic territory, is due to two major factors: stereotypes and common sense.

While a negative stereotype that is spread around to further isolate/alienate Draconic from living in a normal society, many have turned it into a positive. Using it to get some peace and quiet and getting an advantage of the exchange of goods for service deal.

Realistically draconic are capable of taking a blunt side of a axe among other things being no more equivalent to a splint. Many have the ability to regenerate limbs and even damaged organs. So let’s be real, would we want to mess with a walking bullet proof tank that is able to maneuver heavily forested areas with ease and are often capable of flight and fire breath?

I see you dragon lovers wanting to test it, I see you…

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Vail Tree Service Hendersonville Near Gallatin, TN 37066

Gallatin, TN, a vibrant city located northeast of Nashville, is renowned for its picturesque landscapes, historic charm, and welcoming community. From the serene banks of Old Hickory Lake to the city’s thriving local businesses, Gallatin offers a blend of natural beauty and modern conveniences. At Vail Tree Service Hendersonville, we take pride in serving this dynamic area, ensuring that homes and businesses can maintain their lush, green surroundings with expert tree care solutions.

About Gallatin, TN

Gallatin is rich in history and culture, offering a variety of landmarks and attractions that make it a unique place to live and visit. The city is home to Bledsoe Creek State Park, a popular destination for hiking, bird-watching, and camping, attracting nature enthusiasts year-round. Old Hickory Lake provides opportunities for boating and fishing, adding to the community’s outdoor appeal.

Downtown Gallatin boasts a blend of historic architecture and modern amenities, with local shops, cafes, and annual events like the Main Street Festival creating a sense of community. Its proximity to Hendersonville and Nashville makes Gallatin a convenient and appealing location for families and businesses alike. With abundant greenery and scenic views, tree care plays a crucial role in maintaining the area’s natural charm.

Tree Services for Gallatin, TN

Maintaining healthy and safe trees is essential for both residential and commercial properties in Gallatin. Trees not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of the area but also provide shade, improve air quality, and boost property value. However, overgrown, damaged, or dying trees can pose risks to safety and property.

At Vail Tree Service Hendersonville, we specialize in comprehensive tree care services tailored to the needs of Gallatin residents. Our offerings include:

Tree Cutting Services: Precise and efficient cutting to manage tree growth or remove hazards.

Tree Removal: Safe and complete removal of dead or dangerous trees.

Tree Trimming: Expert pruning to promote healthy growth and maintain a polished appearance.

Stump Removal: Elimination of unsightly stumps to enhance the usability of your property.

Our experienced team uses state-of-the-art equipment and follows industry best practices, ensuring that every job is completed safely and professionally. Whether you need emergency tree services or routine maintenance, we’re here to help.

Contact Vail Tree Service Hendersonville

If you’re in Gallatin, TN, or the surrounding areas, trust Vail Tree Service Hendersonville for all your tree care needs. Our team is committed to providing reliable, efficient, and affordable services to enhance your outdoor spaces.

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Discover Hiking Trails in Ozark National Forest Near Fairfield Bay

Introduction

Nestled in the heart of Arkansas, the Ozark National Forest is a sprawling landscape that beckons adventurers and nature enthusiasts alike. With its lush forests, diverse wildlife, and breathtaking vistas, this natural wonderland offers a plethora of hiking trails that cater to all skill levels. If you find yourself in or near Fairfield Bay, you're in for a treat! This charming community serves as a gateway to some of the pressure washing service best hiking experiences you'll ever encounter. From Sugar Loaf Mountain Trail to Indian Rock House Cave, the trails here promise not just physical challenges but also encounters with stunning scenery and rich history.

In this article, we’ll delve deep into the various hiking trails in Ozark National Forest near Fairfield Bay. We’ll explore everything from the picturesque views at Sugar Loaf Mountain to the unique geological formations found at Indian Rock House Cave. Alongside trail recommendations, we’ll also touch on local attractions such as Greers Ferry Lake and recreational activities available for those seeking adventure beyond hiking.

Discover Hiking Trails in Ozark National Forest Near Fairfield Bay Overview of Ozark National Forest

Ozark National Forest spans over 1.2 million acres of pristine wilderness. The region is characterized by steep ridges, deep valleys, and fast-flowing rivers. The forest is home to an incredible variety of flora and fauna, making it a hotspot for nature lovers. The vibrant fall foliage attracts photographers and leaf-peepers each year, while wildflowers burst into bloom in springtime.

Geography and Ecology

The geography of Ozark National Forest consists mainly of limestone hills, steep cliffs, and clear streams. The ecological diversity is remarkable; the forest supports hardwood forests primarily made up of oak, hickory, and pine trees. Wildlife enthusiasts can spot deer, black bears, wild turkeys, and numerous bird species thriving in their natural habitats.

Why Choose Fairfield Bay?

Fairfield Bay serves as an excellent base camp for exploring the vastness of Ozark National Forest due to its strategic location near several major trails and recreational spots.

Accessibility

Located off Highway 16 and close to Greers Ferry Lake, accessing hiking trails from Fairfield Bay is hassle-free. With ample parking available at various trailheads and an array of accommodations ranging from hotels to campgrounds like Fairfield Bay Campground (Van Buren Recreation Area), visitors can easily plan their itineraries.

Popular Hiking Trails Near Fairfield Bay Sugar Loaf Mountain Trail

One of the crown jewels among hiking trails in Ozark National Forest is undoubtedly Sugar Loaf Mountain Trail. This moderately challenging trail spans approximately 2 miles round trip.

Trail Features:

Elevated views over Greers Ferry Lake.

A rewarding summit that showcases panoramic vistas.

Best Time To Hike: Spring through autumn offers stunning scenery with blooming wildflowers or vibrant foliage.

Indian Rock House Cave

For those intrigued by geology and ancient history, Indian Rock House Cave presents an extraordinary hiking

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Does Forestry Mulching Enhance Property Value in Hickory Flat, Mississippi?

Hickory Flat, Mississippi, is known for its stunning natural beauty. Homeowners here take pride in their properties, and maintaining a well-kept landscape is a top priority. But what if your property includes unwanted trees or overgrown brush? This is where forestry mulching comes in. Not only does it address land clearing needs, but it can also potentially enhance your property value. Let’s delve into the benefits of forestry mulching and explore land clearing services in Hickory Flat, Mississippi.

Benefits of Forestry Mulching

Forestry mulching is a land clearing method that utilizes a powerful machine equipped with rotating hammers to grind trees, brush, and other vegetation into a fine mulch. This mulch is then deposited back onto the ground, creating a natural and aesthetically pleasing layer that:

Suppresses weeds: The thick layer of mulch acts as a barrier, preventing weed seeds from germinating and established weeds from competing with desired plants.

Retains moisture: Mulch helps conserve soil moisture, reducing the need for frequent watering, especially beneficial during Mississippi’s hot summers.

Enriches the soil: Over time, the mulch decomposes, releasing nutrients back into the soil, improving its fertility and structure.

Prevents erosion: The mulch layer acts as a protective barrier, minimizing soil erosion from wind and rain.

Creates a finished look: Forestry mulching leaves behind a clean, uniform appearance, enhancing the overall curb appeal of your property.

How Forestry Mulching Can Enhance Property Value

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Professional Hardwood Flooring in NJ: Elevating Home Interiors with Timeless Elegance

When it comes to upgrading the aesthetic and functional value of your home, few choices rival the timeless appeal of hardwood flooring. In New Jersey, Professional Hardwood Flooring In NJ high demand as homeowners seek to combine beauty, durability, and value in their living spaces. With various wood types, installation methods, and finishes available, hardwood flooring offers unmatched versatility, making it a favorite for both traditional and modern homes.

The Appeal of Hardwood Flooring

Hardwood flooring is a classic choice for many reasons. Its natural beauty, rich textures, and variety of wood grains make it a stylish addition to any room. The durability of hardwood also ensures longevity, often lasting for decades with minimal maintenance. Whether you prefer the warmth of oak, the sophistication of walnut, or the uniqueness of hickory, hardwood floors can be customized to suit your personal style and design preferences.

Beyond aesthetics, hardwood flooring is highly durable. Unlike carpet or vinyl, it withstands heavy foot traffic, pets, and children without showing wear and tear. Additionally, hardwood floors are easy to clean and maintain, offering a low-effort solution for homeowners who value both style and practicality.

Expert Installation for Seamless Results

The key to enjoying the full benefits of hardwood flooring lies in professional installation. In New Jersey, there are numerous experienced contractors who specialize in hardwood flooring, ensuring that the process is executed flawlessly. A professional hardwood floor installer knows how to handle everything from subfloor preparation to precise cutting and fitting, providing a smooth, seamless finish.

Expert installers can also help you decide which type of wood is best suited for your home’s environment. For instance, humidity and seasonal changes in NJ can affect certain wood types. Professionals can advise on moisture-resistant options or engineered hardwood, which is designed to withstand fluctuations in temperature and humidity better than solid wood. This ensures your flooring remains in top condition for years to come.

Refinishing and Restoration Services

One of the major advantages of hardwood flooring is its ability to be refinished. Over time, even the most durable floors may show signs of wear, such as scratches or fading. Instead of replacing the entire floor, professional refinishing can restore it to its original glory.

Refinishing involves sanding down the surface to remove imperfections, followed by applying a fresh stain or protective sealant. This process can dramatically transform your home’s look, giving you a brand-new floor without the cost of a full replacement. In New Jersey, many hardwood flooring professionals offer refinishing services, making it easy to refresh your floors as needed.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Choice

Hardwood flooring is not only a beautiful and durable option, but it’s also an environmentally friendly choice. Many of today’s hardwood floors are sourced from sustainably managed forests, ensuring that new trees are planted in place of harvested ones. In addition, the longevity of hardwood means that it doesn’t need to be replaced as often as other types of flooring, reducing waste over time.

For homeowners who are conscious of their environmental impact, choosing professional hardwood flooring in NJ can be a step toward sustainability. Many flooring companies now offer eco-friendly finishes and low-VOC (volatile organic compounds) options, ensuring that your flooring is not only beautiful but also safe for your indoor air quality.

Adding Value to Your Home

Hardwood flooring is an investment that pays off in the long run. Its natural elegance and durability can significantly increase your home’s resale value. Prospective buyers are often drawn to homes with hardwood floors due to their timeless appeal and minimal maintenance requirements. Whether you’re planning to sell in the future or simply want to enhance your living space, Hardwood Floor Refinishing NJ can be a worthwhile investment.

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Holidays 5.11

Holidays

Aso ote Tala Lei (Gospel Day; Tuvalu)

Azores Day

Blow Bubbles For Your Cat Day

Bob Marley Day (Jamaica)

Christmas Banned Day (Puritans; 1659)

Day of the Military Police of the National Armed Forces (Indonesia)

Empty the Tanks Day

Feynman Day (On “Eureka”)

511 Day

Fritillary Day (French Republic)

Hawthorn Day

Human Rights Day (Vietnam)

International Strange Music Festival

International Technology Day

Joan of Arc Day (Orleans, France)

Lokadagur (Iceland)

The Long and Winding Road Day

Mata Tirtha Aunsi (Mother’s Day; Nepal)

Military Police Day (Indonesia)

Miskolc Day (Hungary)

Mixed Race Irish Day

Moose Hide Campaign Day (Canada)

National Deer Association Giving Day

National Foam Rolling Day

National Forest Planting Day (Russia)

National Girls Learning Code Day

National Hairy Nosed Wombat Day (Australia)

National Wear Red Pants Day

National Technology Day (India)

National Tree Planting Day (Malaysia)

Old May Eve

Parthenope Asteroid Day

Richard Feynman Day

Sex Difference in Health Awareness Day

Somerset Day (UK)

Tubeless Tire Day

Twilight Zone Day

Victoria Sponge Day

Witching Day (Isle of Man)

World Ego Awareness Day

World Keffiyeh Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Ball Day (Sweden)

Eat What You Want Day [also 12.16]

Eat Without Guilt Day

Hostess Cupcake Day

National Mocha Torte Day

Independence & Related Days

Imvrassia (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Minnesota Statehood Day (#32; 1858)

Siam (Changed its name to Thailand; 1949)

2nd Saturday in May

American Indian Day [2nd Saturday]

Birth Mother's Day [2nd Saturday]

Black Fae Day [2nd Saturday]

Brunch for Lunch Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

Cook With Your Kids Day [2nd Saturday]

Cornelia de Lange Syndrome Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

Duckling Day (Boston) [2nd Saturday]

Global Big Day [2nd Saturday]

International Lugger Falcon Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

International Migratory Bird Day [2nd Saturday]

Jamestown Day (Virginia) [2nd Saturday]

Letter Carriers "Stamp Out Hunger" Food Drive Day [2nd Saturday]

Martin Z. Mollusk Day (Ocean City, NJ) [Saturday of 1st Full Week]

Mother Ocean Day [Saturday before 2nd Sunday]

National Animal Disaster Preparedness Day [2nd Saturday]

National Archery Day [2nd Saturday]

National Babysitters Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

National Bake Sale Day [2nd Saturday]

National Balloon Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]

National Cycling Day (Netherlands) [2nd Saturday]

National Dog Mom’s Day [Saturday before Mother's Day]

National Mild Day (UK) [2nd Saturday]

National Miniature Golf Day [2nd Saturday]

National Train Day [2nd Saturday]

National Windmill Day (Netherlands) [2nd Saturday]

Native American Day (f.k.a. American Indian Day) [2nd Saturday]

Prairie Appreciation Day [2nd Saturday]

Stay Up All Night Day [2nd Saturday]

Sun Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

World Belly Dance Day [2nd Saturday]

World Binturong Day [2nd Saturday]

World Bonsai Day [2nd Saturday]

World Buckfast Day [2nd Saturday]

World Collage Day [2nd Saturday]

World Fair Trade Day [2nd Saturday]

World Migratory Bird Day (UN) [2nd Saturday]

Yale Day of Service [2nd Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 11 (1st Full Week)

Armed Forces Week (thru 5.18) [2nd Saturday to 3rd Sunday]

Brain Injury Awareness Week (thru 5.17)

National Mills Weekend (UK; thru 5.12) [2nd Saturday & Sunday]

World Migratory Bird Weekend (thru 5.12) [2nd Saturday & Sunday]

Festivals Beginning May 11, 2024

Bacon Festival (McDonale, Tennessee)

Beer, Bourbon & BBQ Festival DC Metro (Washington D.C.)

Brews, Boils & Bubbles (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Buzz B-Q (North Little Rock, Arkansas)

Cochon de Lait Festival (Mansura, Louisiana)

Dillsburg PickleFest (Dillsburg, Pennsylvania)

Fairy Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Royal Humans Foundation Day (Shamanism)

Hiawassee Highlands Wine Festival (Hiawassee, Georgia)

Hickory Hops Brewer's Festival (Hickory, North Carolina)

La Ceiba Carnival (La Ceiba, Honduras) [thru 5.25]

Lotus Lantern Festival (Seoul, South Korea) [thru 5.15]

Maryland Craft Beer Festival (Frederick, Maryland)

MT Brewers Spring Rendezvous (Bozeman, Montana)

Mud Bug Boil Off (Thibodaux, Louisiana)

'Of Ale & History Beer Festival (Middletown, Virginia)

Oz Comic-Con (Perth, Australia) [thru 5.12]

Paradise Chocolate Fest (Paradise, California)

Paso Robles Olive Festival & Lavender Festival (Paso Robles, California)

Rip Van Winkle Wine, Brew & Beverage Festival (Catskill, New York)

Stilwell Strawberry Festival (Stilwell, Oklahoma)

St. Louis Microfest (St. Louis, Missouri)

Saint Pontius Fair (Barcelona, Spain)

Taste of Pennsylvania (York, Pennsylvania)

Verde Valley Wine Festival (Cottonwood, Arizona)

Washington State Chili Cookoff (Ocean Shores, Washington) [thru 5.12]

Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (New York, New York)

West Virginia Strawberry Festival (Buckhannon, West Virginia) [thru 5.12]

Feast Days

Alfred Stevens (Artology)

Ansfrid (Christian; Saint)

Anthimus of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Asaph (Christian; Saint)

Chester Gould (Artology)

Comgall (Christian; Saint)

The English Carthusian Martyrs (Christian; Martyrs)

Francis di Girolamo (Christian; Saint)

Gangulphus of Burgundy (a.k.a. Gengulf; Christian; Saint)

Gladys Rockmore Davis (Artology)

Greet the Sun Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ice Saints (Europe)

Ignatius of Laconi (Christian; Saint)

Jean-Léon Gérôme (Artology)

King of the Elements (Celtic Book of Days)

Majolus of Cluny (a.k.a. Maieul; Christian; Saint)

Mamertus, the first of the Ice Saints (Christian; Saint) [Three Chilly Saints #1]

Ma Zu (Goddess of the Sea’s Birthday; Buddhism, Taoism)

Nimnim (Muppetism)

Nisga'a Day (Nisga'a Nation/British Columbia)

Paul Nash (Artology)

Paulus Aemilius (Positivist; Saint)

Radunitsa (Ancestors’ Veneration Day; Belarus, Russian Christians, Thomas Sunday Slavs)

Salvador Dali Day (Artology; Church of the SubGenius; Pastafarian; Saint)

Syn’s Blot (Pagan)

Walter of L’Esterp (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lemuria (Day 2 of 3; Ancient Rome) [Unlucky to Marry.]

Prime Number Day: 131 [32 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Ahab the Arab, by Ray Stevens (Novelty Song; 1962)

Cats (UK Musical Play; 1981)

Cooked, by Michael Pollan (Book; 2013)

Dark Shadows (Film; 2012)

Fantastic Planet (Animated Film; 1973)

Firestarter (Film; 1984)

Fox-Terror (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)

Go Down, Moses, by William Faulkner (Short Stories; 1942)

Good-Bye Mr. Moth (Andy Panda Cartoon; 1942)

Higher Ground, recorded by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1973)

The Incredible Journey, by Sheila Burnford (Novel; 1960)

The King's Generally Daphne du Maurier (Novel; 1946)

The Kissing Booth (Film; 2018)

A Knight’s Tale (Film; 2001)

M (Film; 1931)

MacArthur Park, by Richard Harris (Song; 1968)

The Natural (Film; 1984)

Penny Dreadful (TV Series; 2014)

Poor Little Me (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1935)

Road Trip (Film; 2000)

Second Variety, by Philip K. Dick (Novella; 1953)

Sniffles Takes a Trip (WB MM Cartoon; 1940)

Swab the Duck (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1956)

Tales of Brave Ulysses, recorded by Cream (Song; 1967)

Turn Coat, by Jim Butcher (Novel; 2009)

28 Weeks Later (Film; 2007)

Water Babies (Disney Silly Symphonies Cartoon; 1935)

Wolf! Wolf! (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1944)

Woodstock (Soundtrack Album; 1970)

Woolen Under Where (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Today’s Name Days

Gangolf, Joachim, Mamertus (Austria)

Kiril, Kirila, Metodi (Bulgaria)

Franjo, Mamerto (Croatia)

Svatava (Czech Republic)

Mamertus (Denmark)

Leevo, Liivar, Liivo (Estonia)

Osmo (Finland)

Estelle, Mayeul (France)

Joachim, Mamertus (Germany)

Argyris, Armodios, Dioskouridis, Methodios, Olympia (Greece)

Ferenc (Hungary)

Achille, Fabio, Fiorenzo, Marziale, Stella (Italy)

Karmena, Manfreds, Milda (Latvia)

Mamertas, Miglė, Pilypas, Skirgaudas (Lithuania)

Magda, Malvin (Norway)

Adalbert, Benedykt, Filip, Franciszek, Iga, Ignacja, Ignacy, Lew, Lutogniew, Mamert, Mira, Żegota (Poland)

Chiril, Metodie, Mochie (România)

Blažena (Slovakia)

Fabio, Francisco (Spain)

Märit, Märta (Sweden)

Asa, Ervin, Erwin, Irvin, Irving, Irwing, Marlo, Marlon, Marlow, Marvin, Merle, Merlin, Mervin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 131 of 2024; 235 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 19 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 27 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 3 (Jia-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 2 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 2 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 11 Magenta; Foursday [11 of 30]

Julian: 27 April 2024

Moon: 15%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Caesar (5th Month) [Paulus Aemilius]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 53 of 92)

Week: 1st Full Week of May

Zodiac: Taurus (Day 21 of 31)