Pseudotsuga

Pseudotsuga /ˌsjdˈtsɡə/ is a genus of evergreen coniferous trees in the family Pinaceae. Common names include Douglas fir, Douglas-fir, Douglas tree, and Oregon pine. Pseudotsuga menziesii is widespread in western North America and is an important source of timber. The number of species has long been debated, but two in western North America and two to four in eastern Asia are commonly acknowledged. Nineteenth-century botanists had problems in classifying Douglas-firs, due to the species' similarity to various other conifers better known at the time; they have at times been classified in Pinus, Picea, Abies, Tsuga, and even Sequoia. Because of their distinctive cones, Douglas-firs were finally placed in the new genus Pseudotsuga (meaning "false hemlock") by the French botanist Carrière in 1867. The genus name has also been hyphenated as Pseudo-tsuga.

Name

The common name Douglas-fir honors David Douglas, the Scottish botanist who first introduced Pseudotsuga menziesii into cultivation at Scone Palace in 1827. Douglas is known for introducing many North American native conifers to Europe. The hyphen in the name indicates that Douglas-firs are not true firs, not being members of the genus Abies. Most dictionaries don't recognize this distinction, however, including Merriam-Webster and Webster's New World College Dictionary.

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Sweet Sky

by: Laura Nyro

Stand up straight
Watch your time
Learn the rules
Be cool
Stay in line
Oh but I'm still mixed up like a teenager
Gone like the 4th of July
For the sweet sky
What do I care
Anymore
Same old rap, same old gap
I had me once before
But that's when I was
Mixed up like a teenager
Gone like the 4th of July
For the sweet sky
I'm free, if I could be me
You're free if you just be
I'm free, if I could be me
Naurally, naturally, naturally
Oh my sweet love
I'm open to you, now
To laugh with you
Talk to you
Read some rhythm and blues
I'l rock you all night
Don't put off this fire
I'm burning like the 4th of July
Or should I be shy for the sweet sky?
'Cause my love is high
People are beautiful
As they pass by
This rhythm is beautiful
Or should I be shy?
Oooh...
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock all night, rock all night
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock all night
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock all night
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock all night
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
Rock
Sweeter... than the sweet sky
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