In the Company of Plants

"The relationship between plants and people is one of symbiosis... a reciprocal relationship in which plants have been altered as much by humans as humans have been by plants."
– Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire

On reading ‘A Botany of Desire’ by Michael Pollan, I was inspired to reflect on the plants that have shaped our lives here at Studio Outside. The essay below is a culmination of four conversations with the people who have taught me so much about plants, Principals Brian Halsell and Amy Bartell, Senior Associate Mark Thomas, and Project Leader Declan Devine.

Collecting a rainbow of plant detritus was one of my favorite ways to pay attention to the plants around me.

Amy Bartell was driving down to the office in 2015 when she happened to listen to an interview on NPR. Two sisters, the founders of Cat Spring Yaupon spoke of yaupon holly (Ilex vomitoria), the only naturally caffeinated plant native to Texas. The company’s mission was to make yaupon tea from local, wild-grown, hand harvested trees. 

Cat Spring is about twenty miles away from New Ulm, where Amy had been designing Tylee Farm, and where a thicket of Yaupon holly trees was scheduled to be cleared in favor of a natural meadow. “The very first thing I did when I got to my desk that morning was to look them up and call them,” said Amy. “They asked me a few questions, like, ’have you sprayed any herbicides?’ And I told them we hadn’t.” 

Amy and her team connect with the vegetation at Tylee Farm.

Soon after confirming that these trees were a good fit, Cat Spring Yaupon began the process of harvesting the yaupon hollies at Tylee Farm. A few weeks later, Amy received a package. “They sent over the Yaupon Holly tea in the form of tea bags. That tea was from Tylee Farm - they number every batch and where it came from. It was incredible.”

We often focus on a plant's ecological role and aesthetics, but sometimes a simple act—a call, a clearing, or a gift—reminds us how deeply plants connect us to each other. Yaupon holly has now made itself a part of Amy’s story, and through her, it has become a part of mine. “Every now and then I just order a big batch of yaupon tea and give it out as gifts,” she tells me. 

“We don’t just cultivate plants; we cultivate meanings around them. A tulip is not just a flower—it’s a symbol of wealth, of beauty, of fleeting perfection.”

In sharing plants, their offerings, and our stories, we tap into an ancient cycle of generosity and reciprocity. Plants have traveled with people across time and geography, attaching themselves to our lives through meaning and memory. “I still have irises from my grandmother’s garden from twenty years ago,” Brian Halsell recalls. “Irises were a popular plant in residential gardens. They’re easily shared because they’re tubers - just break them up and hand them to people.”

Amy also remembers her grandmother's irises. “Irises are a memory plant, they’re so prolific.” She adds, “We have an emotional connection to plants - I’ve had clients ask for trees to be planted in remembrance of someone close to their heart. Other clients ask for plants that have cultural significance. I’ve spent a lot of time in California trying to find night blooming jasmine for several clients from India.” Even as she’s saying it, I am filled with memories associated with the scent of jasmine - my mother, draped in a saree, adorning the flowers in her hair at every festival. 

I think about other plants that live in my memory - chrysanthemums and hibiscus flowers in every celebration, coconut trees lining the streets, an African tulip tree, looming large in the front yard of my childhood home, its fallen fruits woven into memories of playing with my brother. We would squish them until our mother ushered us in, calling after us to wash our sticky hands and feet.

"Our first encounters with plants are almost always tactile and sensory; they invite us to touch, to taste, to smell—and through these acts, we discover the world around us."

The fruit of the Osage Orange, ‘snowballs’ to Declan and his friends.

Declan Devine recalls a tree from his own childhood - the Osage Orange (Maclura pomifera) with its fruits strewn across the ground when fall turns to winter. Declan spent many of his after-school evenings at Lakewood Park with his friends, climbing the sprawling branches of the old Osage orange trees and hurling the fruits at each other in a ‘snowball fight.’ “You have to throw them really hard because they're pretty dense,” he reminisces. “They’re like large, grotesque apples. Green, the same color as a Granny Smith apple, but with a rough, gnarly skin.”

For Mark Thomas, memories of childhood trees are just as vivid though set in a different landscape. “I grew up in Memphis, with a lot of hollies and crepe myrtles,” he recalls. “I would visit my grandparents in Baton Rouge, and the scale and textures of the plants there really stood out to me. I remember this huge magnolia, it was probably a hundred years old, and it was the best climbing tree, with branches that curved down and came to the ground.” 

These early interactions with plants invite our curiosity and foster our spirit of discovery. Childhood play - squishing berries, tossing fruits, climbing branches - taught us all to notice plants more keenly, even subconsciously, before we knew their names, long before we became landscape architects. 

"Plants tell their stories not in words but in colors, scents, and forms, each one designed to catch our eye, seduce our senses, and draw us into their world."

“A big experience that informed my love of plants (and this is probably true for anybody who’s stepped foot in [the Redwood] forest) was walking through the Giant Sequoias and Redwoods” Mark reflects. These trees, so striking in their height and presence, are impossible to miss - even to the most plant-blind among us. “In Star Wars: The Return of the Jedi, the Redwood forests are the planet of the Ewoks, and it really does have an otherworld feel to it.”

Brian echoes the sentiment, “Any movie or TV show that's set in the forests of the Pacific Northwest is beautiful, I always notice there's something very magnificent about the scale of the trees. The plants on the west coast are so different, they feel alien.”

 I’ve felt this myself, hiking through a trail in Point Lobos earlier this year, the shifting fog blurring, then bringing into focus the silhouettes of Monterey cypress trees draped in flaming orange algae and lace lichens. “I feel like I’m in Middle Earth” my friend proclaimed, and I found myself agreeing. Plants create a sense of wonder, and mystery, or familiarity - they are vital to the world-building not only in stories but also in our lived experiences.

Monterey Cypress trees at Point Lobos, the distinct vegetation creates an other-worldly atmosphere.

Days later, while staring up at the redwoods in Muir Woods, the same friend asked me, “Do you think there are good trees and evil trees?” At first, the answer seemed obvious: of course, all trees are good, like the Giving Tree. But then I think of more examples, the Tree of Souls in Avatar, the Ents from the Lord of the Rings, the Whomping Willow from Harry Potter and I realize - how deeply we anthropomorphize plants! In our stories, plants are not just botanical beings; they are protagonists, antagonists, and symbols of everything from resilience to menace.

“What we see in plants often says more about us than about them. They reflect our dreams, our fears, and our shifting sense of what is valuable.”

In our profession, we grapple with cultural perceptions of plants in numerous ways. Mark highlights the bias against cedar elms, explaining, “The word cedar is so unpopular in Texas that a lot of clients object to a cedar elm on a plant palette, even though cedar elms have nothing to do with cedar fever.” Sometimes, the biases we face are our own. I’m always inclined to include Blue Grama ‘Blonde Ambition’ (a cultivar of Bouteloua gracilis) in my projects because its name feels like a clever nod to Madonna. It’s a testament to the power of marketing.

At Studio Outside, even our internal studio names reflect how we perceive plants. We are Team Oak, Team Elm and Team Cypress. When I ask Brian why these were specifically chosen, he sums it up, “Oaks are strong, mighty. Elms are refined, lithe. Cypresses are stately trees.”  

The stories we tell also influence the commercial success of plants; we want to support monarch migrations and so every nursery grows a plethora of milkweed. Native sedges and grasses, once mostly contract-grown, have had a lot of commercial success in the last couple of decades with an increased focus on drought-tolerant landscapes. Tropical house plants have had their moment since the pandemic, in the age of plant influencers.

 “The seeds of a plant, like the stories we tell about them, are dispersed by the wind of time and circumstance.”

The plants we see in today’s landscapes are all results of cultural shifts. Brian explains, “If you're driving in rural Texas and you see a crepe myrtle or an iris, there was a house there decades ago. On the other hand, if you see a Mexican sycamore, it was probably put there in the last ten years.” My own taste reflects this - I have had no hesitation in removing crepe myrtles from my projects because they are so ubiquitous and feel ‘outdated’, and I favor species that feel more in line with contemporary ecological values.  

But this raises a deeper question: Are cultural narratives enough to decide that one tree is more important than another? Beyond trends, factors such as a tree's health, age, ecological associations, etc. play critical roles in how we determine its value and decide whether it deserves protection.

Mark and his team tag and inventory Live Oak trees for transplantation.

In 2015, Mark explored these themes when he worked on Legacy West in North Plano, a massive streetscape development that was surrounded by the new headquarters of several corporations including JCPenney. “The old JCPenney campus was not too far, and it was filled with some really beautiful live oaks,” he recalls. “They probably would have been cut down at some point, but the client was intent on protecting them.”

These live oaks, measuring 15 to 25 inches in caliper, were meticulously tagged, and inventoried by Mark’s team. They were relocated to a holding area before being integrated into the streetscapes and buffers of the new development. “If you're driving down the tollway, you'll see huge Live Oaks between the tollway and the parking garage.” He adds, “The client was willing to spend a million dollars to bring in the trees, it was one of my favorite projects.”

“In every rose we see perfection, in every dandelion, a weed. These judgments are less about the plant than about the stories we’ve told ourselves about what belongs and what doesn’t.”

The importance of plants, the meanings we assign to them and our decisions on whether they belong are ones we will contemplate throughout our careers, and perhaps our lives. Declan reflects on the Osage Orange trees of his childhood. “Those trees have been there a long time. I don’t know if they were planted there or they just popped up along fence lines, like hackberries,” he says. This species was widely planted as living fences across the Midwest in the Dust Bowl era. Decades later, their role in the landscape is less clear. “I don’t think a lot of people are looking at Osage Orange trees and thinking, ‘This is a really beautiful tree that I want in my backyard,’” Declan observes. “At the same time, no one’s really exploiting it for its wood actively.

This ambiguity reveals the resilience of plants and their ability to adapt through cultural and environmental shifts, even when its story no longer aligns with human priorities. It serves as a reminder that the plants we work with far outlive us, carrying with them the stories of the past while entwining us into the narratives they will continue to shape in the future.

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“Every plant tells a story, not just about itself, but about the people who found it useful, beautiful, or strange.”

Musings on an Afternoon at Pelican Point

part I.

...new conceptions of landscape beauty can be convulsive, disturbing, and challenging; through them we confront the entanglement of personal consumption, waste and the postindustrial site.
— Elizabeth Meyer, Beyond Sustaining Beauty

The dock at Pelican Point is enveloped by a forested wetland. Twenty years ago, this would all have been open water.

White Rock Lake is breathtaking in the fall. Hues of red, yellow, and green stand out, vibrant against an overcast sky and reflecting in the lake’s still waters at Pelican Point. It is late in the afternoon as I walk along the edge of the lake and stumble upon a dock, hidden amidst a tangle of branches and shrubs. I walk through the thicket and emerge at the landing to find a panoramic view of the lake, framed by a patch of bull rush around the dock.

As I sit out here, watching the lake and savoring the stillness of it all, it’s hard to imagine the view as anything other than it is now. But twenty years ago, this spot would have been an entirely different landscape; the dock would have extended invitingly over the water from a grassy, unobstructed shoreline, offering vistas of the lake at every step along its length.

How quickly the shoreline has changed! Even now, I see mud swirling so close to the water’s surface. It is the natural course of every lake, constructed or otherwise, to silt up, turn to marshland and eventually become forested land. This process is particularly accelerated in urban lakes - it is not a stretch to imagine that in another twenty years, even the dock’s landing could be completely enveloped by forested wetlands. Watching the pelicans huddled together over branches in the water, I wonder if they will still be here when tree canopies blanket the open skies above them.

My gaze shifts from the pod of pelicans, tracking the coots as they wade through the water, pausing on the delta where the Reinhart branch meets the lake, before settling on something that looks like it doesn’t belong - an upturned shopping cart! Only a part of it is visible above the water’s edge; it will undoubtedly reveal itself fully during hot summers and periods of drought, when the water recedes, and Pelican’s Point is nothing but a muddy beach.

Idly, I wonder what else can be seen when the beach surfaces. Vast expanses of exposed mud and debris still provide a home for the birds of Pelican Point, but an irrefutably polluted lake is hardly the picture of a healthy urban oasis. Styrofoam cups, plastic wrappers, metal cans – a potpourri of human and industrial waste makes itself visible and forces us to reckon with the pollution to which we have knowingly or unknowingly contributed.

Oils and chemicals sit undissolved in the forested wetlands.

It is moments like this when we confront our relationship with the lake, and through this confrontation practices such as the volunteer-led Shoreline Spruce Up are born. People that are a part of the White Rock Lake community claim the landscape as their own, doing their best to keep the changing shorelines free from debris.

I’m thinking about a swirl of rainbows shimmering on the surface of the water in the thicket behind me, some insoluble chemicals that will quickly be smothered by yellowed leaves and become another layer of nutrient-rich debris in the shrinking lake. Even the most thorough clean-up couldn’t possibly keep up with the rate at which the wetlands are growing. Pelican Point is at a crossroads, and to keep it from becoming a trash-strewn floodplain forest, a bigger restoration effort - dredging - needs to be called to action.

 

part II.

We need acts of restoration, not only for polluted waters and degraded lands, but also for our relationship to the world.
— Robin Val Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

In this moment, Pelican’s Point is all mine. No other person has ventured out onto the hidden dock, and I sit in complete silence except for the occasional bird call. It is the perfect setting to contemplate the lake; in preparation for my afternoon on the dock, I have pored over the city’s White Rock Lake Dredging Feasibility Study report from 2020 and think about what I have learned.

Our current predicament of a shrinking lake in need of dredging is one that the lake-adjacent community has faced many times over, ever since White Rock Park was established in 1929. As early as 1937, the people of Dallas and city officials agreed that the lake was simply too shallow to swim, fish or sail in, and dredging was soon underway. The lake has been dredged three more times. With every dredge, the lake’s hydrologic processes were altered, reshaping the lake’s landscape. Our last blog post describes this dance between the two.

The feasibility study also notes that although the lake has been dredged every twenty years or so, this is not nearly frequent enough with how fast the lake is silting. Dredging as a management practice is expensive. A single dredge would cost over a hundred and fifty million dollars. Furthermore, dredging is complex. Even if the funds were to be acquired, the city would need permits and assessments from so many different governing bodies, including the US Fish and Wildlife Service.

It is little to no surprise then that today, three years from when the study was done, dredging remains to be seen at White Rock Lake. I find this somewhat relieving – well as I know how important it is to restore the lake, dredging can be a destructive act, consuming more than just silt and debris. Both the possibility of a landscape that is dredged, and that of a landscape left un-dredged loom over this fleeting display of birds and fall color.

An American Coot forages in the grass just a few feet away.

A sudden movement in the grass startles me. Between the blades of the bull rush, I see an American coot just a few feet away, examining the matted grass around it, completely unbothered by my presence. It occurs to me that I had it all wrong, Pelican Point was not all mine after all. I had been sharing it with the birds – or rather, they had been sharing it with me.

Bald cypress knees in the lawn, far from the edge of the water today.

What else have I not been paying attention to? I look more carefully at the plants around me. I see giant ragweed, bald cypress, and American sycamores - these are some of the first plants to establish themselves in wetlands. Squirrels skirt around their branches and roots, searching for food. Already a new habitat is here. In the distance, pelicans huddle together and the occasional heron perches on a log. I know from Florence Conway Houston’s Biological Survey of White Rock Lake in 1942 that these birds weren’t here then. Back in the lawn in White Rock Park, far from the edge of the water, the bald cypress trees sport knees in concentric rings around their trunks. These trees undoubtedly sat in (or very close to) water once. Everywhere I look, every moment of beauty is rooted in how the lake has changed.

Pelican Point in 2020, a muddy beach beneath the water will emerge later in the year. (this photo is by Declan Devine)

Changes in an ecosystem happen on a time scale that is different from hours and minutes so we may not always perceive them – but they are always there. The lake is always in flux. The life of the lake begins and ends with every dredge - what a delight it is to be able to perceive these changes on a time scale we can comprehend! When we learn to cherish the transient stages of the lake before the next dredge, we open ourselves up to a whole new aesthetic – we can learn to appreciate the young stems of trees as the forest they will become and the murky waters that tell us of a muddy summer beach to come. Our entanglement with this ephemeral landscape can change our relationship not only with the lake, but with the world itself.