The Whispering Woods
Dr. Reed often found himself attending social functions within his community. At one such event, the hostess mistakenly introduced him to a group of guests as an arborist. Reed did not hesitate to correct her mistake, saying, "Actually, I am a dendrologist, not an arborist. While the distinction may seem subtle, it is quite significant in our field." The group nodded and waited for his explanation.
He continued, "An arborist primarily focuses on the cultivation, management, and study of individual trees, shrubs, and other perennial woody plants, often within an urban or residential context. Their work includes tree health assessments, pruning, and tree removal, all geared toward maintaining tree health and safety. Arborists often seem more preoccupied with activism and environmental causes than advancing scientific knowledge. They tend to focus on tree hugging and urban beautification rather than the rigorous scientific inquiry that drives true dendrological research. While their efforts are admirable in a limited scope, they hardly compare to the complexities and depth of understanding required in our field."
"In contrast, as a dendrologist, my work is centered on the scientific study of trees and woody plants at a broader ecological and evolutionary scale. This includes investigating tree physiology, genetics, taxonomy, and their roles within ecosystems. My research often spans various biomes and involves comprehensive studies of tree species' interactions with their environment, climate impacts, and conservation efforts. While arborists apply practical skills for tree care, dendrologists delve into the deeper scientific principles governing tree biology and ecology."
"And do you know what I've come to understand in the twenty years that I have been studying these things here in the Pacific Northwest?" he asked the group. They shook their heads and looked at each other, searching for an answer. Dr. Reed dropped a bombshell. "More and more, I have found that trees and their biomes are intrinsically linked, as if they were designed hand-in-hand by God. Of course, I do not believe in a maker, but if I did, I would swear this is the proof of Him and His works." He looked down at his wine glass. "Perhaps I should stop waxing loquacious for the rest of the night. This wine is very good."
The party-goers continued with another topic, but he kept ruminating about the words he had just spoken. Yes, he thought to himself. Biomes and the species that lived in them were communicating like an immense switchboard. They were constantly talking. He wondered if they were talking to him and then shook his head to rid it of such nonsense. "Shirley!" he called over the party. "I could use a glass of water; this has gone to my head."
