“But today, again, I want to learn the character of the trees, even though I know that the names- at least, the names given to them by humans- are not names the trees themselves use. They speak with bark and branch and leaf, with alterations in shade and sunlight, with the patterns of growth rings and with the activity of birds and animals, with movement inside stillness. Even if these aren’t their true names, it is good to speak the designations, even just in my mind, as I watch them and honor them: these apple and cherry orchards of farm and pasture, these maples at the edge of the road and in the woods, the white pines and fir and spruce in the forest, willows by the pond, these birches and beeches, these oaks.”