When I was a little girl, MeMum gave me this antique picture and I’ve had it hanging in my bedroom ever since then.
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain,
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
So, I’ve always loved trees. MeMum, the English major, saw to it. That’s why it always kills me when we have to have them cut down. We’ve been in this house for 15 years and up until now, we’d lost about 18 big trees due to wind damage from a wall cloud and that nasty ash borer a few years ago. This week we added five more big trees to the list. (Which means, we’ve lost about half of our trees. And I know this is probably boring most of you to tears, but this blog is a record of parts of our life and I want to remember my trees. ;-( )
We lost three sugar maples to verticillium wilt. I’d never even heard of that *(&(^*@#% and the loss of these three really make me want to cry – they provided our prettiest color in the fall. The picture below shows the one that was in the best shape of the three — it’s hard to tell with the trees behind it but all the leaves are shriveled up. The first two completely lost all of their leaves a few weeks after the shriveling started.
We also lost what they said was a hickory, but I’m not convinced. The top half of this tree completely died out. We debated topping it out, because the bottom was still lush and pretty, but there was a lot of bark damage so it was best to let it go. The tree guy thought this was due to root damage. Here it is after the guy had cut all the bottom branches away. I had big plans to get up early and take pictures of the trees before they started cutting, but they beat me to it.
And the fifth tree. Remember this ash that we treated and tried to save? This was my favorite tree because it was so unique — no branches until the very tippy top.
It took two years, but the treatments didn’t work and this is what it looked like the morning of our sadness. (That’s what I’m calling it haha.)
Another shot of the tree cutters — the foreground is the best of the three maples and the background is that tall ash.
While they were here, we also had a few trees trimmed. At one point, I ran into the house to get something and I heard a bunch of screaming. It scared me and I thought maybe someone had fallen or been cut by one of the chainsaws. I went outside and all the guys on the ground were laughing. The guy up in a big oak tree had a little fright. On the way up the tree, he poked at a squirrel’s nest and nothing happened so he assumed it was empty. When he got higher in the tree, up next to the nest, two little squirrels jumped out of the nest and into his lap. He wasn’t very happy LOL!
The other tree we had trimmed was a paper-bark birch, another favorite. (I promise, they aren’t all favorites!) It’s really susceptible to breaking during ice storms and the branches were hanging too far over the house.
Here’s a picture of the afore-mentioned squirrel guy who is part monkey. This guy was amazing. I was a little worried that he was going to drop a branch on the house, but they all hit the ground.
Poor little birch tree had a pretty severe haircut. It still looks pretty from the front though, and I know all too soon it will be grown back out again. In the meantime, the roof should be safe.
So, a sad week here — I hope yours has been better! I’m off to contemplate which of our remaining trees will become my new very favorite tree while I work on my trip around the world — it’s almost time for our next set of instructions and I’m just 1/2 row from being all caught up. A progress shot next time!