A regular sort of day. An early meeting
Rich’s handwriting that unaccountably reminds me of Thomas Jefferson (probably because we were discussing Monticello…)
the discovery that one of the beautiful Garry oaks south of the Annex Studio fell in yesterday’s storm
nobody plants these any more, but they are the “signature” of the Willamette Valley…the great groves increasingly smaller and smaller…
The same tree in February from the Annex Studio, full of mistletoe (oddly a parasite…)
This made me remember that in 2003 I was driving by the park and saw another oak down after a storm and wrote this little poem, not my best poetic effort but it does describe the moment:
The Gulliver Oak
An old oak fell
in the park today,
soggy ground
letting go of roots.
Like Gulliver,
lying out flat
with incident tape
holding him down.
(The Lilliputians
must have been
on coffee break
eating tiny scones,
when I drove by.)
From the car
it was just
a single lonely oak,
dead in the grass.
3-1-03
On The Way 
Your observation on the mistletoe in the oak reminds me of when Fanny was young and climbed the trees in Medford, OR to harvest mistletoe for our holiday festivities. That was the first time I realized the ‘kissing’ plant was the same as the parasitic plant that was the bane of the Forest Service when we worked in Montana.