One of the benefits of living in an old (and I mean
old) neighborhood is the mature trees. When we bought our house eighteen years ago, one of the reasons was the settled feel of the neighborhood with its huge trees and established (and sometimes shabby) shrubs and landscaping. Sadly, since we've lived here, three immediate neighbors have lost large trees. Two to storms and one to a garage addition. We have two large trees in our front yard -- a pin oak and a hackberry. The hackberry, while not a particularly gorgeous tree, shades the front of our house in summer and provides a visual anchor for our yard.
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| 2012 |
Quite a few years back, our hackberry lost a large limb that grew toward the house. The limb was as big around as many good sized tree trunks. It did a little damage to the gutter around the porch, but nothing serious. It was a bad loss, but we knew the tree could survive. My husband was pretty militant about it in fact.
The tree must be saved. Then in 2008, another gigantic limb came off, pulling much of the bark from the side of the tree. I figured the tree was a goner. How could it survive with large chunks missing on two sides?
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| 2008 |
The man from the tree service came, cleared the limb, and cleaned up the wound. He said we didn't need to take the whole tree down right away. I think he was afraid my husband would start weeping openly if he said the tree had to go. We decided to leave the tree and see what happened. What happened? A little regrowth around the wound and ants. Periodically my husband would drag me out there and say, "See? It's regrowing." Yeah, okay.
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The current state of the 2008 wound, with a
climbing hydrangea about to overtake it. The
first wound is completely covered by the vine. |
This summer I noticed some fungus growing at the top of the wound. This was a couple of weeks after a tree at the end of the block came down and knocked out power to the neighborhood for a whole day. I started to worry about that darn hackberry. I suggested calling in an arborist. The husband resisted. He was reluctant to hear that the tree would have to come down. That it was a danger to passersby and the front of our house.
But one day, I went ahead and called an arborist in a nearby city. He came by very early on a recent Saturday morning. We prepared ourselves to hear the worst. But lo and behold, he said he did not recommend removing the tree or even any of its branches. Maybe a little trimming in a few years to take out some dead wood if we wanted to. I was very surprised and also relieved. My husband? It was the best gift he ever received, to hear that his beloved hackberry was spared. At least he had enough dignity not to do a happy dance right there in the front yard.
