About fifteen years ago , I found a curly stick on my walk with Dexter, brought it home and stuck it in the dirt. This is the stick now! The tree is huge, provides bird homes, curly willow for autumn decorations for the flower shops, as it willingly sheds branches for the taking.
It is beautiful every season, especially when it loses it's leaves. The branches , an interesting tangle of relationship to one another.
Our pipes became clogged one summer , Mr. Man fairly convinced that the willow 's roots were the culprit. As it turns out , it 's roots are shallow and broad, the culprits were the Rhododendrons.
WHEW, that was a close call for my willow.
The weeping birch has met with more than one chainsaw event! It once was a magnificent umbrella but, like a hairdresser getting carried away scissoring and scissoring until there in one hair left, the wielder of the chainsaw lost track of what he was doing - it was butchery!
My dear old girl, Mrs. Plum, has also been "trimmed" to only four major branches, she is not doing well, though pumped out some delicious fruit this season, houses the crows, jays, and squirrels, I fear her days are numbered.
I reckon the chainsaw enthusiast needs to find another hobby...
The Cherry tree has not been messed with and is doing very well. It was supposed to be a decorative dwarf when it was planted , it is HUGE, loads of cherries, which we leave for the birds.
It seems to be out of danger for the moment.
my relationship with these trees goes deep into my heart. rooted , you could say.
Having been devastated by the removal of all of the Christmas trees along the drive a few years ago, (still sad)
I am protective of these four trees.
I will tie ribbons on them before I leave and maybe the chainsaw will have another think about tearing into them when I am gone.