I come home from a day at school with only four weeks left (that ought to tell you what the days are like) only to find that the well meaning maintenance men had pruned the beautiful fruitless mulberry tree in my front yard. Well, I don't call it pruning. Butchering trees is one of my most passionate pet peeves, and a lot of well meaning, industrious people do it. For instance, they saw a huge limb off leaving a two or three inch stump sticking out, which will rot, harbor bugs and invite disease (see picture #1), or they saw a limb off in the middle (see picture #2) which will sprout all kinds of little sucker limbs if it doesn't die from disease and insects. I am almost devastated. That tree was like a huge green umbrella, with limbs and leaves shading the whole front yard and the entire house from the pounding, scorching sun coming up in the East; it was handsome. As Mark Twain would say, "It looks like something that Congress got ahold of." Oh well, soon I will move next door to a China berry tree that they practically decimated. I could go on and on, but I won't, because I am almost embarrassed, but not quite; it seems that all I do is gripe. Forgive me I just had to get it off my chest.
Good Morning, Rosie! I hear you. I don't know why trees have such a hold on my heart, but they do. I remember the time...many years ago...that my dh pruned the sweetgum trees in the backyard and it truly broke my heart. Obviously, I'm still not over it! =) I'm going to have to remember that quote from Mark Twain. Perfect, especially these days! Thanks so much for the sweet comment you left on Pollywog Creek, and I pray that you have a much better day today!
ReplyDeleteSo how would rate mine and Daddo's scalping of our patio trees?
ReplyDeleteI will have to go out and look at it. Bobby knows the drill because he hears me gripe every time I see a tree that is abused.
ReplyDeleteWhen you live in an area that a half-dozen elm trees growing together is called the "forest"..Maybe I can understand Rosie's concern..
ReplyDeleteI could prune the china berry tree for you, Rosie. I think I could make a nice "bear" statue from the stump.
ReplyDeleteThink of us here in Montana trying to grow trees! Between the bad water, the gumbo, and the deer, I am ready to throw up my hands. I am digging up four bushes that have died and Bill's third blue spruce. He would like to get one to grow. I am think that the green ash has died that is on the south facing your Mom's house. Ugh! I could be considered a tree hugger, but in our neck of the woods, you know what that means...
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