“Let’s start with the evergreens,” I told the
small group who’d showed up for my Ski-By Tree ID program. Picking up a white
pine bough, I plucked off a bundle of needles. “Pines cluster their needles in
a group called a fascicle,” I lectured, “and they are held together at the base
by a sheath.” Fascicle is one of my favorite botanical words, and I loved
watching these newbies roll it around on their tongues. After years of formal
training in plant identification, I’ve acquired a lot of vocabulary words that
I don’t get to use very often.
I’ve also acquired some silly mnemonics for
remembering plant ID. “Notice that these needles come in fascicles of five.
That means it’s a white pine. W-H-I-T-E: white has five letters. Five needles,
five letters. Also, the growth form of their needles makes white pines look
like they have clouds on their branches, and clouds are white.”
Folks humored me, nodding their heads in
understanding. After examining a couple more evergreens, we turned to the
jumble of bare sticks I had spread on the table. To most people it would look
like a pile of junk. To me, it looked like a gathering of old friends with
easy-to-see differences. The vocabulary started flowing.
Maples, ashes, dogwoods and viburnums have
opposite arrangement. Their twigs and buds sprout directly across from each
other in pairs, while other trees place their buds and twigs singly, in an
alternate arrangement. This is a good place to start your ID.
Then check out the buds more closely. Buds
are miniature packages of new growth, pre-formed last summer, and just biding
time until they can burst open in a furry of new growth and elongation. Baby
leaves, twigs, and flowers may all be crammed into the same bud, or special
buds may hold the flowers. Tiny, tough, modified leaves cradle all that tender
new growth, protecting it from desiccation. These bud scales give great clues
to a plant’s identity. In sugar maples, the bud scales are a rich caramel
color, and they are imbricate. Another one of my favorite botany vocab words,
imbricate means overlapping like shingles.
On red maples, the scales are imbricate, but
there are fewer of them, and they are arranged symmetrically in pairs. If the
scarlet buds and new growth on red maples aren’t enough it give away their ID,
the buds also have distinctive “ciliate margins” of tiny white hairs edging
each red bud scale.
I could see the gears turning as people
squirreled away this information in preparation for the quiz. Shrubs always
seem the most difficult to identify in winter, since they’re smaller, and lack
the distinctive bark of a paper birch or red pine. But if you look closely, the
ID is in the details.
Beaked hazel is one of the most common understory
plants in these woods. Also known as “bear nut”, they are an excellent wildlife
plant. From afar, they look like any other spindly shrub. Up close, their
fuzzy, two-toned buds are quite handsome. Just two or three dark brown,
imbricate scales clasp the bottom of the bud.
The light brown, inner scales toward the tip
are almost valvate (a term that means two symmetrical scales that come together
like a clamshell.) They are also pubescent. The fine hairs that cover the
scales serve to protect the bud from cold and dryness. In the spring—before the
leaves unfurl—a tiny, red, octopus flower will sprout from the tip of the bud.
In the leafless woods, wind can easily bring it a dusting of pollen. That
pollen comes from tiny catkins on the hazel. In spring, they’ll elongate into
pendulous yellow strings of flowers. Right now, the catkins are tan, fuzzy and
compact. I think they’re cute, like a teddy bear’s arm.
These buds and catkins all formed last
summer, while leaves still clung to the trees. It’s in the tree’s best interest
to make buds while the sun shines, and energy is plentiful. So there is only a
brief time—just after spring bud break—when there are no buds to look at.
Fascicles. Arrangement. Imbricate.
Ciliate Valvate. Pubescent. Catkins.
This language may seem complicated and excessive, but for humans, to name
things is to see things, and vice versa.
In
Braiding Sweetgrass, botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer philosophizes about the
language of science. “Listening in wild places, we are audience to
conversations in a language not our own. I think now that it was a longing to
comprehend this language I heard in the woods that led me to science, to learn
over the years to speak fluent botany. A tongue that should not, by the way, be
mistaken for the language of plants. I did learn another language in science,
though, one of careful observation, and in intimated vocabulary that names each
little part. To name and describe you must first see, and science polishes the
gift of seeing.”
As the students skied away to test their new
knowledge, I hung back for a second, savoring the beauty of fresh snow in the
winter woods, and the words I have to see it with.
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