One of my favorite blooming-anything is an ornamental cherry tree. I can really say why, since it’s not like there were any in the yard where I grew up. There’s just something about them that I find beautiful and relaxing. I find it hard to see one with having also the urge to photograph it. It’s ethereal the way they drop their petals like pink snow.
We had a very beautiful ornamental cherry tree in our backyard up until recently. The trunk measured seven to eight inches in diameter, which if you’ve ever been to the garden center purchase one, you’ll realize is very large for an ornamental tree. It’s branches were the size of most trees at the greenhouse and they spread out horizontally to provide a large shaded area in our backyard. It provided a wonderful pink bouquet each spring and then gave way to a bushy green canopy. At first, it’s spread was so wide, I found it a pain to mow around. I came to appreciate it for just how wonderful it was, though.
Sadly, trees don’t live forever, anymore than animals do. I knew that the tree was dead, but just didn’t have the heart during the past couple of months to do anything about it. Finally, after talking with some friends along with knowledgeable greenhouse employees, we determined that the tree had simply died of old age. We really don’t know how old the tree was, but it’s safe to say it was older than either of us given it’s size. Who knows? It may have very well been older than my parents, even (the house, after all, is 68 years old).
We decided that this past weekend would be a good time to do some gardening and that part of my job would be to tear out the old tree. It was actually kind of sad doing so. Not like losing a pet that you have long enough to know it’s personality. More like a pet that just brings you joy having around, even if it’s nothing you can actively do anything with.
Oddly enough, neither Angela nor I even suggested replacing it with another cherry tree. We have one in our front yard we planted a couple of years ago and that is doing quit well there. Instead, we selected a pink dogwood that looks like has lots of potential to spread out over our backyard just as the old cherry tree did. Maybe, in 30 or so years, someone else will be here and get to appreciate it in the same way we enjoyed our old cherry tree.