Jillian’s recent blog (here) about trees got me thinking about a lesson I recently learned.
Earlier this year, our next door neighbor took down a venerable old cedar tree. I hated to see it go. I hate to see any tree cut down, but sometimes it’s necessary. This one had two tops and lost one during a windstorm a couple years ago. The remaining top groaned and cracked every time the wind came up, so none of us felt completely safe around it.
Now that fall is here, we’ve found a nice benefit to having that tree gone. Do you see the little clump of white near the base of that tree? That’s Pampas Grass we planted a bunch of years ago and it’s never done really well. After the cedar came down, my husband combed out all the old grass in the plant and it’s gone crazy.
It’s grown, and looks healthier than it ever did. It also has around 14 plumes on it. We’ve only gotten 3 or 4 in past years. I’m amazed at the transformation.
Amazed and thankful. I have a soft spot in my heart for Pampas grass. My sister was married on the beach near a huge Pampas grass plant back in 1975. This picture is old and grainy, but shows how beautiful the scene was. I thought their wedding was the coolest thing ever. (I was 20 at the time—that’s me shadowed at the far left of the wedding group.) Every time I look at our little crop of grass, I smile and think of that day and remember good times.
So I guess, sometimes, taking down a tree isn’t a bad thing.