Don Woods

In this experiment we tested the effects of soil pH, soil moisture, organic horizon thickness, and slope of the hill, on the species dominance of specific trees along a hill in Charlottesville, Virginia, a city within the Appalachian mountain range. There were 5 transects, distinguished by pink tape, that started at the North end of the Hill and progressed down, then up the south side of the hill. Our data was then reflected upon F.E. Clements organismic approach, And Ramensky and Gleason 's individualistic

how intricate or complex human nature is, we, as humans, still use nature and the colors presented in nature to explain events or fears. Within the novel The Scarlet Letter, flowers, the land on which the cabin lies, clothing and their colors, the woods, and the comet are used to further explain situations in which characters find themselves in. Flowers within the town and the homes of the town reveal the truth behind certain places and people. The land of the cabin is paralleled to Hester herself

about how this would be a great “bonding experience”. “Blah Blah...nature...blah blah...the great outdoors…”, that was what I heard them babbling about. We drove by an obstacle course with a zipline over a shiny brown mud pit. It was near a thicket of woods. “Maybe we could do that while we are here?” my mom asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Maybe” I reply. She turns back to her magazine, looking content. “I’m not doing that...EVER!” I thought to myself. But who am I to burst my parents bubble

business presents a very harmful affect to our environment and the people that work in the wood industry. The killing of trees is damaging the oxygen our earth needs and also limits resources that can be acquired by people. The earth is already in an inadequate state with pollution and not taking proper care of our surroundings. Also, the wood industry is very harmful to the people that work and inhale the wood particles and dust which can have very fatal effects to the lung and air cage in their daily

I walked into the huge mansion unaware of what event would happen that night. When I walked in, there was a ballroom to the right and a conservatory to my left. As I walked to the dining room, I saw a kitchen, when I got there I ate and laid down on the couch. When I got up I went to the kitchen where I found Mr. Boddy dead on the floor with a gash on his head and a candle stick beside him. I then warned the others that Mr. Boddy was murdered when I told them everyone but Mrs. Peacock was shocked

are supposed to live around the North West parts of America's woods and Canada's South West parts. It is never satisfied, It has a constant desire to feast on the flesh of humans. My story is about the Wendigo. My story was told to me by my Grandfather when I was young as a way not to go into the woods alone it's a smart way to scare a young child into doing what you want. The story was about my Grandfather's last hunting trip in the woods. The year

Sue lived in the woods not far away from the city. Her dog polar was her best friend it was always with her when she didn't know how to express her feelings or when she was lonely. when she found that polar wasn't there when she came from school she went out to his part of the woods where sue and her grandpa would always go and talk about each others day and what was new in their lives. One late afternoon sue got news about that he had left them forever. She didn’t take the news pretty well . sue

Pollution and Environmental Degradation are things that the large majority of humans contributes to some small or large way on the daily. Whether it is our mode of transportation, throwing a piece of trash on the ground, buying products made from trees, and to be perfectly honest the concentration in which we live, by which I mean the proximity of the average residents in which we reside. These all seem like regular everyday things that are just normal. But in the past things like these were so beyond

Skkkkkrrrrrrreeeeeeeee!! The coffee pot screamed with morning glee as Jacob continued brushing his teeth at a gradually growing pace. His eyelids drooped with no intention of returning to their previous state he was once in at his youth. Jacob, spitting out some pasty foam with a repetition of rinses, heard the coffee pot squeal with frustration. He was reminded Jacob once more of its overdue pour. “Alright, alright, no need to fret. I’m on my way,” Jacob said, whilst wiping away as his freshly

In the early morning of Sunday, a very beautful young lady by the name of Jaidan awoke stranded in the woods. She had heard much rumors about these very woods. The village people said the woods were haunted with ghosts and talking trees. Although, Jaidan didn’t believe the stories, she was still frightened. She had no idea how she got there, or how she was even going to get back. “Hello?” she yelled, hoping to recieve a response. “Anybody out here?” she called out. Nobody answered so she