Arborist Quotes

If you go to a tree with an ax and take five whacks at the tree every day, it doesn't matter if it's an oak or a redwood; eventually the tree has to fall down.

I don't know, maybe I made it up. Anyway, it's an arbo-tree-ist, somebody who knows about trees.

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.

My dad was a tree surgeon. When I was younger, he was working away five days a week for weeks on end, just trying to get as much money.

I was surfing the Internet, and I came across a school in Atlanta where you could learn how to climb trees with ropes the way the pros do. It sounded terrific, and so I went down there, and I began to learn these kind of rarified techniques for how you get up and down trees while using special ropes and gear.

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that.

I could not chop down a tree if my life depended on it.

The redwood is one of the few conifers that sprout from the stump and roots, and it declares itself willing to begin immediately to repair the damage of the lumberman and also that of the forest-burner.