👉 Okay, letās tackle this wonderfully prickly little beast of a word! Now, frankly, nobody outside the very specific lodgepole pine forestry community actually knows what a "tremblanc" definitively is, and honestly? That's kind of its point.
Essentially, a tremblanc, according to the antiquated bylaws of the Tremblanc Horticultural Society, circa 1897 (scribbled in surprisingly aggressive badger-toe shavingsāyer joking! ā¦mostly), describes that absolutely baffling state you get when a young sapling of lodgepole pine has somehowā¦ absorbed a little too much existential dread. Let's unpack this. Imagine a perfectly healthy, statistically likely young tree. Itās trying to reach for the sun, stubbornly asserting its right to be green and pointy, generally being a respectable timber prospect. Then, it witnesses ā let me repeat! ā witnesses a severely underfunded badger-fĆ©rence, a devastating frost blight affecting a neighbouring stand of Douglas firs, and perhaps overhears the mournful lamentations of an elderly surveyor contemplating his own mortality whilst measuring the stunted girth of an ancient hemlock. That, my friends, is when it begins to...tremblanc. It's not wilting, exactly. Itās not actively suffering, but ratherā¦ existing in a state of profoundly hesitant verdity. Think a miniature, slightly judgmental, and possibly vaguely suicidal pine. There are little brown flecks on the underside of the new
