During my Monday wanderings, I was really enjoying how some of the huge trees around Clemson’s campus were highlighted against the brilliant blue sky. Of course, some of them make me wish I could climb them, and others are just beautiful to my eye. However, I was on the wrong side of campus to view the Centennial Oak, so that will not be covered here. One of these days, I will have to make a specific visit to see the largest Bur Oak in South Carolina. Of course, having seen the Angel Oak of Charleston, every other tree (except a redwood) pales in comparison.
As I walked down past Tillman Hall, I turned to look at the oak trees that drape over the edge of Bowman Field. The first one was even used for hanging a hammock in, over Spring Break. I saw it when I drove by to visit Fike. When there are leaves on these trees, they really shade that corner of the field. I assume both of these two trees are oaks, but different types… however, anyone can feel free to correct me. The second one has a bit more of the twists and turns of a Live Oak, without the Spanish moss of the coastal Carolinas.
Of course, the small reminders of spring were still everywhere, and I stopped to examine some of the budding trees, wondering what they would be, when they had leaves again. One tree was shooting out new growth, but the bright red of the new “branches” made it look like the tree had decided to grow rhubarb instead of whatever it usually grows. I thought it was funny looking.
A pink tulip tree framed the view of the Cooper Library, having been in bloom much longer than some other saucer magnolias. That bench looks like such a pretty place to sit and study, on a nice day, don’t you think?
More twists and turns brought me to Sirrine Hall and one of my favorite trees, with such huge branches that drape over all the nearby sidewalks. Upon closer inspection, for the very first time, I noticed the bolts that are keeping some of the branches from breaking apart. That tree is probably really old, if they need to screw it together. I wonder if there’s an old picture somewhere, showing what it looked like, thirty years ago. It’s some sort of pine, of course, but I don’t know my evergreen trees very well.
You may have already guessed that unless someone tells me otherwise, I can tell between evergreen and deciduous, and a few types beyond that. And I’m much better with the deciduous trees when they actually have LEAVES. But sometimes, they’re just a gorgeous tree, and I don’t really care what kind they are.
A tree stands alone, across the street from Riggs Hall, and I think it both funny and beautiful. A lonely sentinel, standing out against the sky. And yet, in a way, it looks like a random branch was just stuck haphazardly into the ground… and then magically grew to a huge size. The long stretch of the “twig” is the lower half, and then the handful of branches jutting out after the halfway point.
On my way further down the hill, I was attracted by the only thing blooming in the immediate vicinity. They’re probably from a pear tree, but I need to look again when I return to campus. I don’t recall the trees being the uniformly round shape that pear trees usually are, I seem to recall them being much bigger than “popcorn” trees usually are. And my usual way of identifying pear trees is by their horrible smell. Don’t all pear trees stink? The ones we had in PA always did, and I hated that part of spring, especially if the wind was blowing the reek in my direction.
You’ve heard this before, but I just like trees, so I try and capture them as I see them. Sometimes the photos don’t look at all like the tree does (or seems to) in real life. I continue to do my best.