Saturday, February 28, 2009

Ode to the tree.


I can't really see any yellow-green branches in my willow tree. Driving to coffee this morning we noticed some of the bigger trees starting to get that spring yellow look to their drooping limbs. I need to be patient and wait for my tree to get bigger.
When I was growing up we had a wonderful big old Willow tree in the back yard. I could climb it, read Archie comic books up there, daydream and lob apple cores at my younger step-sister.
Unfortunately, the tree roots made their way toward our house and pipes and whatever else that is underground and not good for roots to wrap themselves around.
My step father, ex-military, with his neighbor's help cut it down, chopped it up, bundled the branches, stacked the wood in a very efficient and expedient manner. This all done while I was at a high school football game.
There was no discussion, the tree was removed, end of discussion.
I have a love of trees. Some more than others. I find the Black Walnut trees great on the property line but to close to the house their nuts make a black stained mess of things. I lovingly planted three Purple Ash at our old home only to lose them to the Ash Borer. Maples have the most wonderful color but in a woods they shade too much of the forest floor, preventing new growth from getting established.
There is nothing bad anybody can say about the Oak family. We have a little Oak grove up by the front door. All Oaks that managed to make their home on top of the jumble of rocks and boulders that the glacier deposited on our ridge.
This year, now that my knees are back to better than normal I plan to clear out that Oak grove of brush and tend to that space. The first year we moved in I planted daffodils up in the grove. I had wonderful plans to keep it clear but Mother Nature took over. Perhaps this year we will work together.
Today, Murphy and I will go out and check on our apple trees. They are all dwarf varieties but not deer proof. The deer seem to think the branches are perfect for cleaning their teeth.
Enjoy your day, pat a tree if you go by one, heck give it a big old hug.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:29 PM

    I've always loved willows because they create secret spaces to sit. We planted one in our backyard, mostly to soak up the excess water (it's rather swampy in the back). The tree now shades our deck.

    Janet

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  2. Anonymous9:39 AM

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