.... - // «u* Zz',>.lL\^ \ J k UYL h X -L L f im portantly, as diplom ats betw een species. Stum bling through old grow th underbrush, I som etim es find these trees, tops green and healthy, their old scars partially healed, bark edge curling over bare w ood once exposed by w edge and adze. Individual scrapes and cuts still show w here reverential hands took w hat w as needed and left the rest. Every tim e, involuntarily, reflexively, I run m y fingers o v er the exposed w ooden face, reflecting on w hat I m ight learn from each scrape, each scratch, each cut that m arks the exterior o f this ancient tree. f t • » Dou À C¿ty E ditor’s note - W e noticed that D oug’s colum n this m onth bears a strong connection to a W ildlife on the Edge colum n o f February, 1996. In h onor o f Sally’s new status o f “B est S eller” (L u cy ’s Books, A storia); and because you can never never talk too m uch about ced ar trees, we are printing that colum n again. 5* «