Monday, July 31, 2006
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If you're a regular to this blog, you might remember the story of the murdered coffeetree seed
. Ahem. The one I killed by leaving the seedling outside in the pouring rain and it broke in half. My friend, Hayley, helped
me plant a new one, and I stuck that one in the garage in a pot and forgot all about it. Lo and behold, it had been several
weeks before it occurred to me to go check on the little tree and darned if it didn't grow to almost a foot tall!! It's a
MIRACLE! I never even watered it! Imagine being stuck inside a hot garage, no water, no relief from the heat other than total
shade and several garage door windows. I couldn't believe it survived, much less grew so well. (There is an off chance that
one of the kids watered it.
So then I put her outside, next to the back door, shaded by the dwarf Alberta spruce most of the day, and um, we had a big
storm, see, and um, well, the next day I thought, oh not again. But yay, she survived the big storm, no breakage. Perfect
Until today, that is, when I checked on her again and saw that she's being eaten by something. I lift my eyebrows in total
astonishment that she's made it so well thus far. I think I'll just continue to let her be.
Julie's secret to growing trees from seed: plant, water, walk away.
(Those big transplanted trees, they need adequate water or else they'll die for sure a slow and painful-on-your-wallet death!)
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Still Crying At the Senselessness of It All
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It was just over a year ago when I heard the loud crash. My heart sank, for I knew exactly what was happening. My favorite
tree was being murdered. Now there's a house there, and a family, and cars, and even some new trees, but when I look into
that spot where the most grand purple European beech
I'd ever seen stood tall and majestic, my heart sinks again. I used to look to her for a history lesson each time I walked
by, wondering how big she was on the day my grandfather was born in 1899. I would wonder how it was that she came to live
in that spot, and if children watered her as a seedling. I would watch the birds and squirrels flying and jumping and resting
in her branches, and I would wonder exactly how was it that they parsed out living quarters. And then I would remember the
size of that massive tree, plenty of space for all.
As I walked by the new house today, I wondered where had all the creatures gone, and it suddenly occurred to me that there
are many new creatures in my yard now, rabbits and squirrels and birds I didn't use to know. Maybe they've come here because
I bring acorns from the forest and scatter them about the yard. Maybe they've come because of my bread crumbs. Maybe they've
come just to taunt the cat stuck inside the window sill.
I know I should be happy that a new family has a home in my neighborhood, and I honestly do wish them well here.
But I can't help being sad at missing that beautiful tree and all that she meant to me. I'm a selfish girl.
NatureGirl, in Ontario, Canada, writes:You are truly a girl after my own heart! I also reflect when I pass
"what used to be" in seeing urban developement all around it seems. My heart
sinks as yours did when I see the large machinery move in ripping out the
heart of the wonderful "greenspaces" filled with so many stories yet to be told
if only the trees had a voice! IF ONLY THE TREES HAD A
Ha, in Concord, Massachusetts, writes: Julie,
Your photo essay of the Purple European Beech’s fall made me cry. I live in Concord, Massachusetts--I’ve never laid eyes on
the tree—and yet I feel your loss. I also wanted to thank you for your detailed growth charts of your trees. We’d like to
plant an October Sky Maple, and your growth chart is extremely helpful. Since your growth was so speedy, I think we’re going
to forgo the landscaper’s pressure to buy the larger tree and start with a much more reasonably priced 2.5” trunk size. Great
blog. I’ll definitely be reading.
Mandy from San Diego, writes: Found your site while searching for information on Purple Plum Trees. Your
story about the beech tree had me crying. I love the way you write about the trees as he/she, as real, live beings. Just had
to write and say how much I enjoyed your blog, and will be reading all of the other entries in it and sharing them with my
girls whom I homeschool. Mandy
Matthew from Maryland, writes: I remember a year ago when you wrote
about the fall of that magnificent beech tree, and it still pains me to look upon the photos of such needless destruction.
At least this tree's last years were recorded and its majesty know by many; a great number of trees, both large and small,
don't even receive that act of kindness before meeting the saw or bulldozer in the name of "progress."
If only the trees could talk... I heard such was the inspiration for Tolkien's Ents - that he came up with them after witnessing
senseless destruction of old trees and wondered what would happen if the trees could talk and fight back.
Anyway, great website!
Photograph of the week.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Swamp Maple and the Pool of a Thousand Lives
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We've had that inflatable pool almost as long as we've had the October Glory red maple tree behind it. Can you BELIEVE
that? When I bought that pool at Target in spring of 2001, I figured that:
1) the pool would get a hole in it
2) the heavy pool sitting atop the tree's roots would crush her, cause her soil to compact, stress her out, bring on fungus
and prickly heat and critters looking anywhere for a water source.
But no, 5 years of that inflatable pool, and both pool and tree have no leaks and no crumbly leaves. Fortunately for the swamp
tree, the pool is filled (no chlorine), played in for a maximum of two days, then all the water released onto the root zone,
causing the great flood for a minute or two, then disappearing into the ground, and up into our tree, rushing the sap along
to leaves that will shade us eight months of the year.
Thanks to pool and tree, we are one cool family. (No pruners or pointy spades allowed in pool zone, please.)
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Dead Tree Glowing
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Catching up on my mail after several weeks, this particular one in the pile caught my attention, subject line: "Glowing
dead dogwoods." It reads as follows:
"i live in Mt,Enterprise TX .Over the last 10 years i have lost many dogwoods in my yard.I have a lot of shade and moisture.
I know these conditions cause dieses and fungus problems,but i can't cut down other trees to save the dogwoods. I just watch
them die slowly year after year.but this is the reason i am writing.i found a tree dead in my yard that was dead for quite
a while.it was about 15' tall and 4" in dia. I was able to pull it right out of the ground and put it on the burning pile
to be disposed of later. that night i went outside in the dark and noticed something glowing green. i have seen glow worms
in the soil at times and thought this was what i was seeing. but when i turned on my flashlight to see the worms there was
not any.What there was on the ground was a root from the dogwood I had pulled up that afternoon. further investigation of
the area i pulled up the dead tree had more green glowing pieces of root. the tree on the burning pile also glowed at the
base. My question is what is going on with this tree and has anybody else witnessed this?"
The first thought that popped into my head was bioluminescence. (I just love using those big, smart-sounding words!)
The letter-writer, who didn't provide a name, did exactly what I would have done: checked for glowworms. But there are plenty
of other living organisms that glow, many of them microscopic. Bacteria found on rotting wood or decomposing flesh (ew) can
often have a luminescence, which can be caused by radiant energy, such as ultraviolet radiation, among other things.
The photograph above is of a mushroom known as the "ghost fungus," apparently studied extensively at Parramatta High
School in Sydney. (There are many nice pictures here.)
And here's another interesting article from the International Herald Tribune about things that have been genetically engineered to glow in the dark in order to help scientists study cellular activity in areas that were previously invisible. My imagination went CRAZY at
reading between the lines on this vague reference: "Jokesters have discovered the humor of a man-made glow." Now what do you
suppose they're talking about? Genetically engineered body parts? Yikes!
I doubt that whatever is causing the letter writer's rotting dogwoods to glow is also what killed them. I think it's
more a combination of factors. (But I haven't seen the trees, don't know the climate of the area, and haven't even seen any
pictures, so don't take my word for it!) Dogwoods are having a tough time of it combating anthracnose. That's the first thing I'd check for. If the trees are suffering from that, it takes a lot of tender loving care to keep
them healthy, starting with removing any dead wood and disposing of it in the trash (the trash collector might freak out if
your trash is glowing!), followed by raking up all the leaves as soon as they fall in autumn. They need to go out with the
trash too, not in the compost pile. Be sure to disinfect the pruners!
And you never know, you might be able to harvest that glowing wood of yours and sell it to some research lab so that
someday we can all have trees that glow green through the dreary cold gray of winter. (All of a sudden, I have a newfound
appreciation for the beautiful cold gray of winter.)
Photograph of the day.
Saturday, July 8, 2006
Where Oh Where Has the Tree Lady Been?
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I have to apologize for my extended absence from the tree blog lately. As you might have noticed from the mass of pages
in this site (80 pages brought over from Coffeedrome
and redesigned in only about a month's time), I am good at focusing intensely on something for an extended period. Problem
is, I can really only focus intensely on ONE thing at a time, and for the last few weeks, I've been away a lot with the kids
(summer vacation, you know), plus, I've been making my photography business official, complete with a brand new, made-from-scratch,
Web site www.juliewaltonshaver.com
, in case you'd like to take a look. (Feedback is welcome.)
Meanwhile, guess what, the trees are still there, shading the yard and growing and drinking and waving and singing for me.
Don't you just love that about trees?
Oh, the goose picture was taken on one of our trips to Roosevelt Park, one of my favorite places to study the effects
of extensive and murderous amorous carvings on tree trunks. (I am a pro at getting trees into this blog, even if I don't have
any new pictures to put up!)
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"The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The second best time is today."
-- African proverb
Tree Grower's Diary blog
While the Tree Grower's Diary has been in existence since 1996 (as a notebook) and since 1999 (at Coffeedrome), this
new, independent site was launched on April 4, 2006. The blog posts here go from April 2006 through 2007. After that, all
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