Festival of the Trees returns to Via Negativa

Posted by Dave Bonta on July 7, 2007 (last modified at 4:08 pm, 7/7/07)

I volunteered to host the next edition of the Festival of the Trees here at Via Negativa on August 1. So if you’d like to be included, please post something about trees or forests by July 30th and send me the link (bontasaurus [at] yahoo [dot] com), with “Festival of the Trees” in the subject line of your email. You can be as scientific or as poetic as you like.

For those who aren’t familiar with it, the Festival of the Trees is a blog carnival — that is, a regular gathering of links to blog posts on a particular topic (in this case, trees), each time hosted at a different blog. For more about the FOTT and what we’re looking for, see the About page of the coordinating blog (and be sure to visit some of the past editions linked from the sidebar). I’m one of the two co-founders of the Festival, along with Pablo of Roundrock Journal, and hosted the very first edition on July 1, 2006.

Today’s Deep Thought: Sometimes, you can see a forest in a single leaf. Especially if it’s a fallen leaf that contains a small reservoir of rainwater.

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