Among the most famous trees of the Old World, the
Cedars of Lebanon were especially sought after for their sturdiness by King
Solomon when he built a new high temple in Jerusalem. Altogether cedars of
Lebanon have been used for building by 15 world cultures, our guide told us,
when we visited the Cedar Preserve in the Qadisha Valley region of northern
Lebanon, known officially as the Forest of the Cedars of God (Horsh Arz el-Rab). More than any other variety of
cedar.
There
are two kinds of cedar trees. The ‘candle’ cedars, which grow tall and straight
like candles, and ‘table’ cedars, which spread their branches out to both sides
like a table. The difference is the candle cedars are competing with surrounding
trees for sunlight. The cedars uncrowded by other trees have room to let their
branches stretch out.
Lebanese
cedar grows very slowly. The new ones planted by the national initiative to
restore the cedars to the country’s deforested mountain areas are about a foot
and half tall after ten years. But they also live a very long time. Our guide,
trained by the preservation initiative, pointed out a tree to us that has been
growing in its mountain home for some 1,800 years, beginning before the birth
of Alexander the Great. (Though not before the early days of the Maronite
Christian church. We saw a dead cedar in which one branch had been sculpted to
resemble the crucified Christ). The age is determined by an unintrusive cell
sampling technique. All the old trees in the preserve are numbered, their
health monitored, and their information kept on file – they are trees with,
botanically speaking, medical records.
The
trees reproduce by seeds protected by seed covers resembling pine cones. They
take three years to mature, and you can chart their progress easily because
they pass through different color stages from green to light beige to a much
darker pine cone-color as they mature. We saw tiny seedlings beginning life among
the much of the protected forest floor.
We followed our guide
from the top of the preserve down a carefully maintained path of switchbacks,
admiring old and highly individualized cedars, until our path crossed a
roadway, where we exited for lunch. As we left the outdoor restaurant, we could
see ranks of young trees digging their roots into the flanks of the Mount
Lebanon range.
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