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Post by castanea on Sept 29, 2011 22:53:54 GMT -5
Kousa dogwood, I think. Up the block from me when I moved in, there was a 60-80' gingko by this old house; stunning in the Fall, a geyser of golden yellow, then the leaves would drop over just a few days, so not like it was a lot of clean-up, just one big load (very attractive to me as clean mulch, as well as a pretty carpet). So the house was converted to offices and the tree was cut down so they could pave the yard in asphalt for parking. I think they got two spaces where the tree had been for 80 years or so. Don't know that I've ever seen all that parking full. That is sad. It takes a gingko a long time to get to 60 feet. |
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Post by blueadzuki on Sept 30, 2011 21:30:02 GMT -5
My own Tree sob story.
1. There is a small shopping center near to me. Back when I was a kid, one of the storefronts there was a bank branch. In the front of that bank, was a very, large planting space, in which was planted a truly enormous (we're talking about 20-30 foot from the ground and the tree was slanted so the actual trunk was probably longer) ficus (A Ficus benjamena I think). When the bank finally closed either they couldn't move the tree (quite possible, or no one wanted it, so they simply left it there when they locked up. That storefront stayed unoccupied for a long time, and it was agonizing to look in every time I went and seeing that beautiful tree slowly dying for lack of wantering.
There was also the colledge incident with the american wild plum. That trees death was due to natural causes (it got an absolutely devastating case of black knot, one severe enough to basically finish the whole tree off in one go). So that one wasn't really anyones fault. But I still kick myself for the fact that, when I saw what was happening, I carefully collected as many leftover fruits as I could, carefully removed and cleaned all the pits (so I could plant them in my own yard back home safely brought them home, and prompty lost them.
To lighten the somber mood, those years also broght me in contact with another plum tree, that astounded me with it's resilience. It grew in basically a tiny street planter at the corner between two bars, and always suprised me with the fact that it not only survived there under all that garbadge but actually fruited with small bright orange plums (based on internet pictures and my memory, I think it was some sort of mirabelle) My guess as to how it could do this in such a bad place (which was only half a joke) was that, being between two bars, it was constantly "fertalized" by every person who drank too much and lost thier lunch on the ground.
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