In the interest of truth and wisdom, I have to issue a correction — dealing with my misidentification of flowering trees.
I mistakenly identified my beautiful tree with the purple foliage and explosion of gorgeous pink blossoms as a Japanese Flowering Cherry. In fact, the tree in question is a PLUM tree. I am not sure what its real name is, but I will find out by asking the nursery where it came from.
However…before I drown in protests, I hasten to add that there IS indeed a Japanese Flowering Cherry tree out in my yard right next to the mis-identified Plum tree. I personally planted both of the flowering trees about 20 years ago.
Here’s the thing: Several years ago the Cherry tree developed a serious illness, and gradually died. The branches formed a pleasing shape any way, and when I noticed that several new little shoots were coming out of the ground I decided to leave them alone and see what happened. Gradually the old tree deteriorated, and lost upper branches to the elements. I let the tree trunk remain as a framework for the new shoots to climb on. Two or three years ago I discovered a few flowers on the tree.
(Photos and story ©Sometimes, 2021)
Same Yellow Tree….taken on Saturday, November 15. Same vantage point, view out the window of my office room. Then scroll down to see what three days and a brief, but mighty windstorm did to the neighborhood:
Taken Tuesday, November 17. The Tree, as I call it, is seen as actually at least two individual trees, as is obvious from the second photo. It took only two Ohio November days, a touch of thunder, rain and hail, and high wind to completely change the scenery. Nature at work. (Photos ©Sometimes, 2020.)
I spent most of three days watching the clearing of a 1.8 acre lot which I sold recently. The operation was both sad and fascinating. The company that did this work was efficient, the crews worked magnificently together, and the huge trees fell precisely as intended…where they had stood for a hundred years. (All photos are my own.)
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The closing date is near, and soon most of these blooming trees in the photos will be gone forever. Not all…the part being sold is about 1.7 acres, but the remaining six or so acres will remain family property. Here are a few of the phots I took the other day when Sister (my calico house cat) and I took a walk to the back, where the highway fence marks the edge of our land. Thanks for tagging along!
My gardening is about as haphazard as my housekeeping. Plants and trees just sort of fend for themselves, and left to their own devices they never cease to amaze me. Years ago, when I first built this house, planted assorted trees and other plants….not counting the volunteers in my notorious “tree garden.” One of the prettiest of my flowering varieties, with marvelous pink flowers, kept pace with another ornamental tree nearby…until we had an especially cold winter about five years ago which froze out and killed quite a lot of specimen in this area. Although it has been apparent that this tree was indeed defunct, what with its growth covering of lichen. The branches literally disintegrated to the point where many were removed by the wind itself.
Ever the optimist, last year I determined that among the miscellaneous plant life growing in the vicinity, several shoots were thought to be trees, but their species was quite unknown to me, and could be one of numerous trees in the near neighborhood. So I let the people that wield weed-wappers and chainsaws, and such, in the area…that these weed-appearing growths are to be left alone. The tree itself kept developing lichen, and chunks of it kept falling off…I could push the whole thing over if so inclined.
This morning my daughter (who lives next door) and I went for a walk around the place and I pointed out the tree, and its new growth. The bark of the tree has reminded me of cherry tree bark, and the shoots were developing thickness enough to see that the bark was the same. As my eye traveled up the tree…there were three pink flowers…which I recognized as being related to the tree in question, and a closer look found two more blossoms further down the branches.
I of course ran in the house to grab my camera. My first shots were badly over exposed, with the sun high up behind the blossoms, so that the sky was bright and drowned out the delicate pink color. Each blossom is about an inch in diameter.
Friday was beautiful…75 degrees F. On Saturday the cold and snow came in! The photos may serve as reminders of the Summer of 2016. (as of November 18-19, 2016)
(Carpe Diem’s July 2016 Mysterious Nature series.)
Hawthorn branches tease
beautiful or repugnant
snow blossoms surprise
© Sometimes, 2016
Druids dance freely
carefree in pristine white robes
with Holly on guard.
© Sometimes, 2016
for Carpe Diem, July 2016, Mysterious Nature feature.
Old Elm tree
once a pest…
limbs too much shade,
extinction well on its way
lives in memories
tree farm grows
crop of sad seedlings?
Not at all…
chance of life or none at all.
A purpose, not waste.
Of all gifts
nature has for us
best of all
may be trees
Trees serve us well all our days
from crib to coffin.
(Written for Shadorma Challenge)