Wednesday, March 04, 2020

One ring to rule them all

Since we had the spruce tree removed, I've been looking at the stump and thinking, "I should count those rings and find out how old that tree was." Yesterday was the day. I verified how to count tree rings on the internet (start in the center and count the thin dark rings, don't count the bark) and went out to count.

I counted twice, on opposite sides, just be sure.

The center rings are not easy to see for some reason, so my count could be a little high or a little low, but only by one or two rings. The result: that tree was between 38 and 40 years old. That means it was planted just about the time I first came to France (Paris) in 1981. Pretty cool.


  1. I love that you did this. A man after my own heart. I used to do the same when I was kid and really enjoyed it. I remember once getting up to 143 before realizing ants were crawling all over me.

  2. Wow, that is cool :)

    (Mitchell, that's hilarious-ha!)

  3. heeheehee! I once was given the chance to play outside when my parents were visiting an older couple. What did I find to do? Play with an anthill, of course! THAT was terrible!

  4. mitch, I didn't get ants. It's too wet.

    judy, one of those weird coincidences!

    mary, I'm sure!


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