If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound?<\/p>\n
When I’m there to hear it, it does.\u00a0 There have never been very many trees on Lee-Hall Farm.\u00a0 It was a produce farm, not a tree farm.\u00a0 Storms over the years have left the farm with fewer trees than existed when I was growing up there.<\/p>\n
There were two Sugar Maples I loved and one I didn’t realize I loved until the work began on constructing the new house.\u00a0 One maple is huge and although the wind and former crowding has caused it to list a little to the west, it is a beauty.\u00a0 One maple was planted with a teaspoon by me when I was pre-teen or ‘just turned’ teen, in the front yard in the heat of mid-August.\u00a0 I gave it daily drinks until it grew and grew.\u00a0 When I married and left in 1981 it wasn’t huge, but it was well on its way.\u00a0 The last maple, the one I’ve come to favor, is another huge maple that has taken a beating from several strikes of lightning and has given valiant effort to keep on ticking.\u00a0 She has been named Marjorie and has become my rescue tree.<\/p>\n
The more I had vantage point from the field looking toward my parents’ house, the more Marjorie seemed to call my name.\u00a0 She was surrounded by weeds, weed bushes and weed trees and had poison ivy vines acting as parasites.\u00a0 With the help of a life long friend, Mr. George “Bubba” Long, the weed growth was removed from around Marjorie’s base leaving her to proudly stand and shout (if literally she could), “hey, look at me, I’m gorgeous!”\u00a0 I chose not to take the advice of those who offered it saying, cut it down, cut it down and instead called in a tree surgeon.\u00a0 I’m grateful to Bubba for helping me save Marjorie even though he felt neither time nor money should be wasted on her.\u00a0 He’s a country gentleman and a true friend through and through.<\/p>\n
I would have the surgeon remove the deadwood from Marjorie, trim the other huge maple we named Bart, trim the Carolina Pine we named Homer and take down another tree yet to be mentioned, Mama’s Pecan tree.\u00a0 The remaining maple, the one I planted with a teaspoon, would be taken down when my parents’ house was demolished.\u00a0 Sadly, my sister, Sharon, had told me the tree had died.\u00a0 Sniff, sniff.\u00a0 No kidding, I was sad, I had\u00a0 planted and nourished that tree!<\/p>\n
The Pecan tree had become what appeared to be a favorite pecking ground for what I think was a Ladderback Woodpecker.\u00a0 Sharon and I were very sad to make the decision to take down the tree, but the risk was too high to let it stand when we did not know how damaged it had become from insects and the woodpeckers.\u00a0 The Pecan tree had had more lives than a cat.\u00a0 The tree was one Mama greatly desired and came from her home state of Alabama.\u00a0 She had dreams of making pies with fresh off the tree pecans.\u00a0 Trouble was, one or the other of my sisters kept running over it with the lawnmower or a car, but Mama’s Pecan tree kept bouncing back and grew until it would inflict damage on any lawnmower or car that even dared to mess with it.\u00a0 It grew defiant as if standing there with hand on hips saying to approaching motored contraptions, “hell no.”\u00a0 As mentioned in another post, Mama’s Pecan tree will give us one more life as either firewood or as smoke chips for barbecuing.<\/p>\n
The Carolina Pine was planted by Sharon.\u00a0 I never liked the tree and mistakenly thought Sharon loved it.\u00a0 When I asked Sharon if it could be given a ‘hair cut’, she said it could be taken down for all she cared cuz she hated that tree.\u00a0 Coulda knocked me over with a feather.\u00a0 Surprisingly, the Carolina Pine, the one both Sharon and I hate, dresses up pretty nice.\u00a0 The ‘hair cut’ did him a world of good.\u00a0 I’d go so far as to say he adds a bit of nice character to the lot.\u00a0 John dubbed him Homer.<\/p>\n
This brings me to the maple I planted years and years ago.\u00a0 Turns out she hadn’t finished her living.\u00a0 Lo and behold, one day she appeared dead as a doorknob and the next day she’s budding and sprouting.\u00a0 Sharon, John and I did the best we were able at giving her a ‘hair cut’ and therefore another lease on life, and so, it seems appropriate that she be named Lisa.<\/p>\n
I hope Marjorie, Homer, Lisa and Bart flourish with their new leases on life and that it can be said about them that “they play nice with others.”\u00a0 We plan on several new plantings for the property.<\/p>\n
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