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Shrinking Trees

A few months ago, I wrote about how much I like getting the mail from my mailbox, and I showed a picture of my mailbox against a row of huge white pines. Here it is again:

The trees were so pretty when we had them planted, but they grew in every way. They grew up and out and into each other and out into the street. They were supposed to provide privacy so you could float around in the pool without having other people see you from the street, but they had so many holes, they didn't provide much of a screen anymore. They did make it difficult to back out of the driveway, though. For that, they made a perfect privacy shield--you couldn't see a car coming until you were already half-way into the street.

Heuchera Caramel

Well, we have finally had them ripped out and replaced with something more refined, something that won't take over and demand more space on the planet than they are entitled to. Along with the green things, we got a weeping birch and some cool little orange things called Heuchera Caramel. I think they'll stay this color even in summer. I have read they are attractive to hummingbirds, so that will be interesting to watch for next spring.

Pretty trees.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oooo...beautiful!! Actually, your neighbor, jl, told husband about your "ripping the trees out". haha! Those caramel doo-dads are really neat.
PF
8:26 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
It looks nice. I notice your evergreens along the fence. I have some just like those and one minute they were all lush and green and healthy, the next they are turning brown and seem to be dying? Have you had this problem? I think my neighbor poisoned them.
12:06 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
and next summer I'll be sure to stop by with my bathing trunks... yes bathing trunks.
12:07 PM
Scout said…
PF, I am not at all surprised. JL sees everything. hee hee

Rich, I think they were just planted to close together and were choking each other out. Bathing trunks? Really? I suppose that's better than a Speedo.
12:19 PM
dive said…
I love pines, but I suppose replacing them is slightly safer than reversing into on-coming traffic.

Rich, I thought you wore a bikini?
3:43 PM
Gina said…
Those caramels are stunning!
10:32 PM
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