Beau April 8th, 2007
For some people trees simply are… well, trees. But I’m of the sort who regards trees as so much more. Perhaps because so many trees have the longevity we might wish for at times, or that they represent a force for enduring will regardless of what nature might bring through the years. One of my favorite trees is the Japanese Maple. I have had several through the years and with great interest planted a wonderful specimen (Bloodgood) on the south side of the house last fall. Alas, for some reason this particular tree did not leaf out this spring. It may have been the deep winter freeze and ice, or some disease I am unaware of. I’m disappointed that such a nice tree didn’t make it… and surprised to say the least. Usually whatever I plant seems to grow regardless of what I do… but not this time. Percentage wise I guess I should be thankful… I’ve planted over 140 trees and shrubs in the past year, and if most of them make it I’ll be thankful. The majority of the plantings came as a “Conservation Bundle” of Dogwoods, Wild Plum, Service Berry, and a few others. We also planted a small “grove” of six apple trees! With time and luck, we may have apples in a few years. And because I love maples in general, I planted a half dozen red maple tree varieties around the property. But I really hoped this young tree would make it… I’ll watch it for another month or so, there is still some green color under the bark of the twigs, although the buds do not look alive.
If this tree doesn’t make it, I will plant another in the same location. It’s an honorary place with a wonderful vantage of Fox Haven… a view deserving of a tree that will provide shade and color for all to enjoy and become part of our lives for many years. This quote, for me, says it all:
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
William Blake, 1799, The Letters