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Thursday, September 17, 2009
OK, compared to fairy tales, this post isn't too exciting. But it's something I'm very happy about, and hey, it's MY quality day!
Trees seem to grow very slowly, and I would like my "kingdom" to be more wooded than it is. But sometimes there is proof that the trees grow faster than we realize. In the top picture there are two white pine trees. Through the beginning of last summer I was mowing a trail between those two trees, where I've put a red arrow. But at the end of 2008 I knew that I'd need to re-route the trail; it just wasn't fun to push between those trees any more. And look at them this week! It would be really difficult to force your way between them now. Those two trees seeded themselves there, children of the grove of white pines on the top of the hill on the neighboring property.
The picture below really makes me happy!
The tall white pines are ones that I planted there about 20 years ago. Five of those have lived and are all about the same size, maybe 20-25 feet tall. But then about six years ago it was a really good year for pine cones to sprout and I transplanted 14 tiny white pines from the grove mentioned above to join the larger ones seen here. Only about 9 of those are still alive.
But take a look at the red arrows here! For the first time, 5 of those tiny baby trees are tall enough to be seen above the field grasses. That really makes me feel very happy.
They say that those who plant trees do so for the next generation. I know that these won't be a stately grove till we are long done with this property, but I'm just happy that they have succeeded as well as they have. I've found wild turkeys nesting beneath them, and I just like to touch their soft needles as I walk by.
See Little Tree and Big Tree
See Sticky Fingers in Pine Cone City